Rattle the Boards - St. Patrick was a Gentleman | Текст песни

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Saint Patrick was a gentleman, and he came of decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church, and he put a'-pon't a steeple,
His father was a Wollogan, his mother was a Grady,
His aunt she was a Kinnigan, and his wife the widow Brady.

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Then success to bold Saint Patrick's fist,
For he was a saint so clever,
He gave the snakes and toads a twist
And banished them forever.

There's not a mile in Ireland's isle, where the dirty vermin musters,
Where-e'er he put his dear forefoot, he murder'd them in clusters,
The toads went hop, the frogs went flop, slap dash into to water,
And the snakes committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.

Nine hundred thousand reptiles blue, he charm'd with sweet discourses,
And dined on them at Killaloe, in soups and second courses,
When blind worms crawling in the grass, disgusted all the nation,
He gave them a rise, which ope'd theier eyes to a sense of their situation.

No wonder that those Irish lads should be so gay and frisky,
For Saint Patrick taught them first the joys of tippling the whisky,
No wonder that the saint himself to taste it should be willing,
For his mother kept a she-ban shop, in the town of Enniskillen.

The Wicklow hills are very high, and so's the hill of Howth, sir,
But there's a hill much higher still, ay, higher than them both, sir;
'Twas on the top of this high hill Saint Patrick preached the sarment,
He drove the frogs into the bogs, and bother'd all the varment.

Oh! was I but so fortunate as to be back in Munster,
'Tis I'll be bound that from that ground I never more would once stir.
For there Saint Patrick planted turf, and plenty of the praties,
With pigs galore, ma gra, ma store, and cabbages -- and ladies.


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