Hail Glorious St. Patrick lyrics
The Wolfe TonesHail, glorious St. Patrick, dear Saint of our Isle,
On us your poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now that you’re high in your mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down with your love.
On Erin's green valleys, on Erin's green valleys,
On Erin's green valleys look down with your love.
Your people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere you till time is no more;
And the fire tou have kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.
On Erin's green valleys, on Erin's green valleys,
On Erin's green valleys look down with your love.
God bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms and when you were on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wherever we roam,
For God and St. Patrick, and our native home.
For God and St. Patrick, for God and St. Patrick,
For God and St. Patrick, and our native home.
Hail Glorious Saint Patrick you're Erin's great pride,
Watch down on the Celts on the banks of the Clyde,
With green and white banners a cross and a prayer,
Where Erin's green valleys look down on Parkhead
Where Erin's green valleys, where Erin's green valleys,
Where Erin's green valleys look down on Parkhead.
Hail, glorious St. Patrick, dear Saint of our Isle,
On us your poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now that you are in your mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down with your love.
On Erin's green valleys, on Erin's green valleys,
On Erin's green valleys look down with your love.
Song Details
Composer: Sister Mary Agnes McSweeney. Born Elizabeth McSweeny in Cobh/Queenstown on Nov 16, 1823 in County Cork, Ireland... read more at Padraig Naofa.ie.
St Patrick's Day: March 17 marks the annual celebration of Saint Patrick’s Day, or Lá Fhéile Pádraig in Irish. The holiday honours its fifth-century namesake, Saint Patrick - Ireland’s Patron Saint who died on this date in 461 AD.
Glossary:
St. Patrick - a fifth-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland. Known as the "Apostle of Ireland", he is the primary patron saint of Ireland where he was instrumental in the introduction of Christianity into Ireland... read more at Wikipedia.
Erin - an archaic or poetic name for Ireland - from Irish Gaelic Éirinn, dative of Ériu Ireland.
Parkhead - a village in the Barony parish of Glasgow, Scotland. The distance between the 2 closest shores of Scotland and Ireland is 19 kiliometres and is possible to see across in clear weather conditions.
The verse containing Parkhead was not in the original poem, so it has been added since it's inception. If anyone has any information relating to this, please contact me. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Genre: Hymn, Traditional Irish music
Covers: Frank Patterson, The Irish Tenors, John McDermott, Michael Nash, Curly Sullivan, Bob Finch, Dennis and Paula Doyle, Patrick O'Hagen, Philomena Breslin.
Featured Artist: Derek Warfield from The Wolfe Tones - This version of the song doesn't include all the verses - only three from the original five which can be viewed below.
Album: God Save Ireland
Released: 2006
Country: US
Format: 2 x CD
Label: Kells Music
Original 5 Verses
1. Hail, glorious St. Patrick, dear Saint of our Isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in thy mansions above,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love.
CHORUS:
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys, look down in thy love.
2. 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!
3. In the war against sin, in the fight for the faith
Dear Saint, may thy children resist unto death.
May their strength be in meekness, in penance and prayer,
Their banner the Cross which they glory to bear.
4. Thy people now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more.
And the fire thou has kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished undying its light.
5. Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou were on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wherever we roam,
For God and Saint Patrick and our native home.
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