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Hail, glorious St. Patrick,
Dear saint of our Isle,
On us thy poor children bestow
A sweet smile; And now thou art high
in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys
look down in thy love.
On Erin's green valleys,
On Erin's green valleys,
On Erin's green valleys
look down in thy love.
Hail, glorious St. Patrick,
Thy words were once strong
against Satan's wiles
And a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might
where in Heaven thou art;
Oh come to our aid,
in our battle take part!
In a war against sin,
In the fight for the faith,
Dear Saint, May thy children
resist to the death;
May their strength be in meekness,
In penance and prayer,
Their banner the Cross,
which they glory to bear.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee
till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled
shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished,
undying, its light.
Ever bless and defend
the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms
As when thou wert on earth.
And our hearts shall yet burn,
wherever we roam,
For God and St. Patrick,
and our native home.
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