Shoot The Hat - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SHOOT THE HAT. Tune-" My Love, Nell." 
Come all you true born Irishman, wherever you may be, Let you pay attention and listen unto me ; It's not about a king or queen, or anything like that, But the song, my boys, that I will sing, is about my old hat 
Chorus. It's on the street, I look so neat, They take me for a flat; The boys all cry when I go by, Will he ever drop on the hat? 
That hat was made in Ireland, as you may plainly see, The like of it you could not find here in America; I'll wear it on my lug like a big bug-aye, as stiff as starch. While I march with the band, so fine and grand, on the 17th of March. 
Chorus. It's on the street, I look so neat, Boys, do you mind that f The black-guards shout, when I turn out: Why don't you hist the hat! 
This hat I'll wear in praise of the land, me boys, that I adore, For I dearly love old Erin's Isle, aye, and the shamrock shore. Let them all say what'er they may, sure I don't mind that, Until I die, you'll find that I, will stick to my old hat. 
Chorus. On Patrick's Day, I look so gay, With Mike and Tim, and Pat; As we walk by, the fellows cry: Why don't you shoot the hat!