THE BIRTH OF SAINT PATRICK On the eighth day of March it was, some people say, That Saint Patrick at midnight he first saw the day; While others declare twas the ninth he was born, And twas all a mistake between midnight and morn; For mistakes will occur in a hurry and shock, And some blamd the baby--and some blamd the clock-- Till with all their cross-questions sure no one could know, If the child was too fast--or the clock was too slow. Now the first faction fight in ould Ireland, they say, Was all on account of Saint Patricks birthday, Some fought for the eighth--for the ninth more would die. And who wouldnt see right, sure they blackend his eye! At last, both the factions so positive grew, That each kept a birthday, so Pat then had two, Till Father Mulcahy, who showed them their sins, Said, No one could have two birthdays but a twins. Says he, Boys, dont be fightin for eight or for nine, Dont be always dividin--but sometimes combine; Combine eight with nine, and seventeen is the mark, So let that be his birthday.--Amen, says the clerk. If he wasnt a twins, sure our histry will show-- That, at least, hes worth any two saints that we know! Then they all got blind dhrunk--which complated their bliss, And we keep up the practice from that day to this.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:17:32 +0000
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