THE HAT MY FATHER WORE
I’m Paddy Miles, and Irish boy, just come across the sea,
For singing or for dancing, boys, I think that I’ll please ye.
I can sing or dance with any man as I did in days of yore
And on Patrick’s Day I love to wear the Hat my father wore.
It’s old but it’s beautiful,
The best was ever seen
T’was worn for more than ninety years
In that little Isle so green
From my father’s great ancestors it descended times galore
It’s a relic of old Dacinecy
Is the hat my father wore.
I bid you all food evening, good luck to you I say
And when I cross the ocean I hope for me you pray
I am going to my native land to a place called Ballymore
To be welcomed back to Paddy’s land with the hat my father wore
It’s old but it’s beautiful,
The best was ever seen
T’was worn for more than ninety years
In that little Isle so green
From my father’s great ancestors it descended times galore
It’s a relic of old Dacinecy
Is the hat my father wore.
But when I do return again, the boys and girls to see
I hope that in old Irish style you’ll kindly welcome me
With the song of dear old Ireland to cheer me more and more
And make my Irish hear feel glad with the hat my father wore