volgadon Posted March 17, 2011 Share Posted March 17, 2011 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6J5vdnZMHEPatrick was a gentleman, came from decent peopleBuilt the church in Dublin town, and on it put a steepleHis father was a Gallagher, his mother was a BradyHis aunt was an O'Shaughnessy, his uncle was a Grady 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 On the top of this high hill St. Patrick preached his sermom Which drove the frogs into the bogs and banished all the verminThere's not a mile of Eirann's isle where dirty vermin mustersBut there he put his dear fore-foot and murdered them in clustersThe frogs went hop and the toads went pop slapdash into the waterAnd the snakes committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter Nine hundred thousand reptiles blue he charmed with sweet discourses And dined on them in Killaloe on soups and second courses Where blind worms crawling in the grass disgusted all the nation Right down to hell with a holy spell he changed their situationNo wonder that them Irish lads should be so gay and friskySure St. Pat he taught them that as well as making whiskeyNo wonder that the saint himself should understand distillingFor his mother kept a shebeen shop in the town of Enniskillen Was I but so fortunate as to be back in Munster I'd be bound that from that ground I never more would once stir There St. Patrick planted turf and cabbages and praties Pigs galore, mo gra/, mo sto/r, altar boys and ladies. [my love, my treasure] Link to comment
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