St. Patrick came over to Ireland,
When captured by pirates so mean. (Make mean face)
He was nervous and scared (Make scared face)
On the rough seas he fared,
As a boy who was only sixteen.
Bought as a slave to be shepherd,
To a farmer who cared for him not,
He worked day and night (wipe brows)
Up on Slemishís height,
While praying to God quite a lot.
One evening, young Patrick was wakened
By a voice telling him he should go
And escape from this Ireland
To depart to his homeland,
Where his family yearned for him so. (pretend to wipe away tears)
On arriving in Britain, it didnít take long
For St. Patrick to hear God once more.
Telling him to return,
So the Irish would learn
Of Godís love on their emerald green shore.
Many years Patrick spent on the island
He had come to now love and enjoy
Bringing hope to the land
With Godís word in his hand
No longer a frightened slave boy!
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I love this - and the motions you added to go with it. Was this part of your church thing you were asking about on the boards?
Oh - and I learned something today. Us Americans, I'm sure, haven't even half a clue of what St. Patrick is REALLY about. Thanks for enlightening me.