Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple His father was a Callaghan, his mother was a Brady His auntie an O'Shaughnessy, his uncle an O'Grady
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever
There's not a mile in Eireann's isle where the dirty vermin musters Where'er he put his dear forefoot, he murdered them in clusters The toads went hop, the frogs went pop, slap dash into the water And beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever
The Wicklow hills are very high and so is the hill of Howth, sir And there's a hill much bigger still, much higher than them both, sir 'Twas on the top of this high hill Saint Patrick preached his sermons He drove the frogs into the bogs and banished all the vermins
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever
No wonder that those Irish lads should be so gay and frisky For sure Saint Pat, he taught them that, as well as making whiskey No wonder that the saint himself should understand distilling His mother kept a shebeen shop in the town of Enniskillen
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever