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The time has come, March is here Our patron’s day is close. And so we dress and drape our town With lots of flags and bunting. The spectacle is truly great A feast for eye and ear. We show the world the Irish can Rejoice and celebrate. The floats come rolling down the streets The bands they give their best The crowds join in and cheer them on With fireworks on the river. Our national day is shared this year By many from abroad Because this feast beyond our shores Is known to one and all. And even from the Caribbean A group is here to play. They’ve come to show their loyalty And demonstrate their links. Their home’s a place called Montserrat An island far away. A sunny spot deep in the south Where Irish used to be. Their stories and their customs Tell of times gone by. When black and white in union dwelled And lived in harmony. But sober facts of history They tell a different story. That we behaved the same old way As others who had slaves. These thoughts they truly temper The way we see ourselves: If we had held the reins of power We would have done the same. But let’s not spoil the party Let all join in the fun. So if your home or roots are here Today’s the day for you.
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