My Pop-pop would have probably been horrified by this but may I point you to Danny Boy as sung by the Swedish Chef, Beaker and Animal. Pop-pop was American by birth location only, my Nanny and Granpa (my dad’s grandparents) came to the States from Ireland in the early part of the 20th century. My sisters and I are the last generation to carry our family name, which is pretty sad for me, even with its horrible silent G.
For the more traditional amongst us. My family always celebrated St. Patrick’s Day with a family dinner of corned beef and cabbage, something I try to make every year for my very much non-Irish husband. At least he appreciates a good slice of corned meat. May you have a great day, whether you celebrate quietly with family, raucously with green beer or not at all. Sláinte!