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Patrick Was a Gentleman
Traditional. Scheduled for an upcoming Darby CD.
notes: It's a bit of a rant, and always appropriate for St. Patrick's Day.
St. Patrick Was a Gentleman

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Patrick was a gentleman, he came from dacent people
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He built a church in Dublin Town and on it put a steeple
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His father was a Gallagher, his mother was a Grady
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His aunt was an O’Seanassey and his uncle was a Brady

The Wicklow Hills are very high and so is 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 a sermon
That drove the frogs into the bogs and banished all the vermin

There’s not an mile of Erin’s isle where dirty vermin musters
But there he put his dear forefoot and he murdered them in clusters
The toads went flop and the frogs went plop, slapdash into the water
And the snakes committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter

One hundred thousand reptiles blue he charmed with sweet discourses
And he dined on them in Killaloe in 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 situation

No wonder that them Irish lads should be so gay and risky
Sure, St. Pat, he taught them that as well as makin’ whiskey
No wonder that the Saint himself should understand distillin’
For his mother kept a sheebin’ shop in the town of Enniskillen

Was I but so fortunate as to be back in Munster
I’ll be bound that from that ground I never more would once stir
There St. Patrick planted turf, cabbages and praties
Pigs galore, mo grah, mo sthor, alter boys and ladies