[Am]Saint Patrick was a[F] gentleman, he[C] came from decent[G] people iI[Am] Dublin town he [F] built a church and[C] on it[G] put a[C] steeple His[C] father was a[F] Gallagher, his[C] mother was a [G]Grady His[C] aunt was an O'[F]Shaughnessy and his[C] uncle [G7]was a[C] Brady
(C) Success to bold Saint (F) Paddy's fist (C) he was a saint so (G) clever (C) he gave the snakes and (F) toads a twist (C) and banished (G) them (C) forever.
There's not a mile in Eireann's isle where dirty vermin muster But there he put his dear forefoot and murdered them in clusters The frogs went plop, the toads went flop, slapdash into the water The snakes committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter
The Wicklow hills are very high and so's the hill of Howth, sir But there's a hill much higher still, much higher than them both, sir From the top of this high hill Saint Patrick preached a sermon He drove the frogs into the bogs and banished all the vermin
Nine hundred thousand reptiles blue he charmed with sweet discourses And dined on them at Killaloe in soups and second courses Blind worms crawling on the grass disgusted all the nation Down to hell with a holy spell he changed the situation
No wonder that them Irish lads should be so gay and frisky For sure Saint Patrick taught them that as well as making whisky No wonder that the saint himself should understand distilling His mother had a shebeen shop in the town of Enniskillen
O was I but so fortunate as to be back in Munster I'd rebound unto that ground and nevermore should want, sir There Saint Patrick planted corn, cabbages and praties He had pigs galore, a gra a stor, altar boys and ladies