{title: St. Patrick's Day}
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{meta: source https://www.jasonpaul.net/songs/st-patricks-day-our-princes-day/}
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{c: verse 1}
Though [Asus2]dark are our sorrows today we’ll forget them
and smile through our tears like a sunbeam in show’rs
There never were hearts if our rulers would let them
more formed To be grateful and blest than ours

But [A]just when the [D]chain has [A]ceased to [Bm]pain
And [A]hope has un[D]wreathed it [A]round with [Bm]flow’rs
There [A]comes a new [Bm]link, our [C#m]spirit to [D]sink!

The [Aaus2]joy that we taste like the light of the poles is a
flash amid darkness to brilliant to stay;
but tho’t were the last little spark in our souls we must
light it up now on our prince’s day.

{c: verse 2}
Con[Asus2]tempt in the minion who calls you disloyal
Though fierce to your foe, to your friends you are true
The tribute most high to a heart that is loyal
Is love from a heart that loves liberty to

While [A]cowards who [D]blight your [A]fame your [Bm]right
Would [A]shrink from the [D]blaze of [A]battle [Bm]array
The [A]standard of [Bm]green in [C#m]front would be [D]seen

My [A5] life in your faith were you summoned this minute
You’d vast evry bitter remembrance away
And show what the arm of old Erin has in it
When roused by the foe on her prince’s day

{c: verse 3}
He [Asus2]loves the Green isle his love is recorded
In hearts which have suffered too much to forget
And hope shall be crowned and attachment rewarded
And Erin’s gay jubilee shine out yet

The [A]gem may be [D]broke by [A]many a [Bm]stroke
But [A]nothing can [D]cloud it’s [A]native [Bm]ray
Each [A]fragment will [Bm]cast a [C#m]light to the [D]last

Thus [Asus2]Erin my country though broken though art
There’s a luster within thee that ne’er will decay
A spirit which beams through each suffering part
And now smiles at all pain on her prince’s day