I really shouldn'r drink you know, but, its expected on St. Patricks Day. Problem is, I get sentimental on this day.. One day as I strolled along Broadway
A vision came into my view
A vision of sadness and beauty
A beauty thats given to few.
There was I in the land of the stranger
There was she, I'd not seen her before
But, somehow I knew she was Irish
A sweet Coleen from Erins green shore...

I boldly approached this fair maiden
I asked her the cause of her woe
She said "I am crying for Ireland
The land where the green shamrocks grow."

Another Harp please..