Twas four hundred and foury three or there abouts when me dear friend Patrick came in to our wee village an began talkin' 'bout ol maner of evil that lay in the path before us. We were but simple folk an fairly unawares of such things we were. Take us aside, he would, an speak of a better way o livin' he did. Loved by ol he was til his passin' in four hundred and sixty one. Twasn't till seventeen hundred and twenty six I believe that we took up the wearin' o the green ta honor dear Pat. Now days ye be seein' many a gala an a festival in every land. Be happy an love ye neighbor on this day an ol others just as dear Patrick taught, bless his soul.