March the 17th is the day I set aside.
The day when every Irishman is bustin' out with pride.
I'll swing that old shillelagh as I wave to each colleen.
A shamrock in my buttonhole and then comes rain or shine.
Oh the mayor will be at the big parade struttin' high and grand.
And behind him will march a thousand cops that came from Ireland.
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If I'm not marchin, I'll try and make it.