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Three Wishes – Irish Folk Song | Shepherd’s Pipes (Galway Boy Album)

Celebrate 🍀 St. Patrick’s Day 🍀with “Three Wishes,” a lively Irish folk song from Shepherd’s Pipes. From our newest album, "Galway Boy", this track brings Celtic storytelling and March energy together in one spirited tale. “Three Wishes”, featuring band member Bryan, is a story of chance encounters, whispered folklore, and the kind of magic you might only find on a winding Irish road. Set against the rich traditions of Ireland and just in time for St. Patrick’s Day, this song leans into the playful mystery of old-world legend — where a single meeting can change your fate… and three wishes might not be as simple as they seem. 🍀 “Three Wishes” blends driving rhythm, Celtic warmth, and a touch of mischievous charm that feels right at home in March. 🍀 Celebrate St. Patrick’s season with us. 🎶 Galway Boy is available now on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music, iHeartRadio, and other major streaming services. If you enjoy Celtic storytelling, Irish folk energy, and songs rooted in tradition, be sure to like the video and subscribe to Shepherd’s Pipes for more music from the Highlands and Ireland. LYRICS: I met him down by the hedgerow bend With the dusk upon the green, A waistcoat cut and a crooked grin Like nothing I’d quite seen. He tipped his hat, and he tapped his cane, Said, “Careful where you tread — You’ve stood too near my kingdom’s edge,” Was all the little man said. I laughed and blamed the fading light, And maybe one pint more… Three wishes, three — says he to me, Three wishes if you dare! Ask for gold or ask for fame, But choose them fair and square! Three wishes, three — says he to me, And mind the price you’ll pay! For what you think you’re wishing for May not be what you say! I said, “Well then, if you’re the king Of clover, coin and flame, Prove your crown with something sound — Or tell me your true name.” He smiled as if the earth had turned Just slightly at his feet, The wind ran low through ringed green grass Where four leaves used to meet. “Be quick,” says he, “the night grows thin, And dawn will steal my door…” Three wishes, three — says he to me, Three wishes if you dare! Ask for gold or ask for fame, But choose them fair and square! Three wishes, three — says he to me, And mind the price you’ll pay! For what you think you’re wishing for May not be what you say! I wished no throne and wished no crown, No silver stacked in rows, I wished for songs that won’t wear thin And fields where clover grows. I wished for one more honest night With friends beneath a roof, He tipped his hat and laughed aloud — As if that were the proof. I woke beside the morning hedge With dew upon my sleeve, No coin of gold, no royal seal That I could quite believe. But in my hand a four-leaf stem Lay folded in the sun… And maybe it was magic’s work — Or maybe just good rum. Three wishes, three — says he to me, Three wishes if you dare! Ask for gold or ask for fame, But choose them fair and square! Three wishes, three — says he to me, Now tell me what you’d say! For what you think you’re wishing for May already be your way!