SAINT PATRICK ST. PATRICK was a gentleman, Who came of decent people; He built a church in Dublin town. And on it put a steeple. His father was a Gallagher; His mother was a Brady; His aunt was an OShaughnessy, His uncle an OGrady. So, success attend St. Patricks fist, For hes a saint so clever; Oh! he gave the snakes and toads a twist, And bothered them forever! The Wicklow hills are very high, And sos the Hill of Howth, sir; But theres a hill, much bigger still. Much higher nor them both, sir: Twas on the top of this high hill St. Patrick preached his sarmint That drove the frogs into the bogs. And banished all the varmint. Theres not a mile in Irelands isle Where dirty varmin musters. But where he put his dear fore-foot. And murdered them in clusters. The toads went pop, the frogs went hop. Slap-dash into the water; And the snakes committed suicide To save themselves from slaughter. Nine hundred thousand reptiles blue He charmed with sweet discourses, And dined on them at Killaloe In soups and second courses. Where blind-worms crawling in the grass Disgusted all the nation, Hegave them a rise, which opened their eyes To a sense of their situation. No wonder that those Irish lads Should be so gay and frisky, For sure St. Pat he taught them that. As well as making whiskey; No wonder that the saint himself Should understand distilling, Since his mother kept a shebeen-shop In the town of Enniskillen. O, was I but so fortunate As to be back in Munster, Tis Id be bound that from that ground I never more would once stir. For there St. Patrick planted turf, And plenty of the praties, With pigs galore, ma gra, ma store, And cabbages—and ladies! So, success attend St. Patricks fist. For hes a saint so clever; O, he gave the snakes and toads a twist And bothered them forever! — Henry Bennett [1785- ?]
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 04:45:55 +0000
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