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 Callahan, his mother was a Grady,



His aunt was O'Shaughnessy and uncle he was Brady



Chorus :



Success to bold Saint Patrick's fist,



He was a Saint so clever,



He gave the snakes an awful twist



And banished them forever



There's not a smile in Ireland's isle where the dirty vermin musters



Whereer he put his dear forefoot he murderd them in clusters



The toads went hop, the frogs went plop, slap dash into the water



And the beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter



Nine hundred thousand vipers blue he charmd with sweet discourses



And dined on them at Killaloo an in the second courses



When blind worms crawling on the grass disgusted all the nation



He gave them a rise and opend their eyes to a sense of their situation



The Wicklow hills are very high and sos the hill of Howth, sir



But there's a hill much higher still, Ay, higher then them both, sir



And it was on the top of his hill, Saint Patrick preachd the