paroles de chanson St. Patricks Day Parade - Bing Crosby

I'll be marching along in the big parade on St. Patrick's day
I'll be up to me neck in shamrocks as I march along the way
I'll swing that old shillelagh as I wave to each colleen
I'll tilt me ear the better to hear the Wearing of the Green
Oh, the Kellys from Killarney, the Murphys from Kildare,
The Hallahans and Callahans who came from County Clare.
There'll be folks from dear old Dublin all the way to County Cork
They'll be marching in the big parade right here in old New York.
Oh, the mayor will be in the big parade, strutting high and grand.
And behind him will march a thousand cops who come from Ireland.
Those beautiful songs of Erin, the band will play them all.
We'll march along, we're singing the song, The Harp of Tara's Halls.
Those sons and daughters of Erin, a hundred thousand strong,
Will be singing the songs of Ireland, as they march along.
Their eyes will shine with laughter, their hearts will all be gay,
When the Irish all turn out to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.
We'll be marching along in the big parade on St. Patrick's Day.
Not for all of the tea in Dublin would I ever stay away.
I'll trip the light fantastic at how proud I'm going to feel.
The band will play go which a go way a good old Irish reel.
They'll be Cooney Mulrooney and Mickey O'Dowd,
Cutting up capers and pleasing the crowd.
Hogan and Brogan will kick up their heels,
Singing and dancing the jigs and the reels.
The Connells, O'Donnells,
And Larry O'Toole, Maloney, Mahoney and Lefty O'Doul.
Divil a man as happy as they on St. Patrick's Day.
I'll be marching along in the big parade, twinkle in me eye.
We'll be proud as a thousand peacocks, with our heads up in the sky.
I'll be there you can betcha, when the band begins to play,
And the Irish all turn out to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.