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The Glendalough Saint



In Glendalough lived an auld saint
Renowned for his learning and piety.
His manners was curious and quaint,
And he looked upon girls with disparity.

Fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-lay, fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-laddy
Fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-laaay ... fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-laddy

He was fond of reading a book
When he could get one to his wishes.
He was fond of casting his hook
In among all the young fishes.


Fol-la, etc.

Well one evening he landed a trout,
He landed a fine big trout, sir,
When Cathleen from over the way
Came to see what the auld monk was about, sir.

Fol-la, etc.

"Well, get out of me way," said the saint,
"For I am a man of great piety,
And me good manners I wouldn't taint
Not by mixing with female society."

Fol-la, etc.

Ah, but Kitty she wouldn't give in,
And when he got home to his rockery,
He found she was seated therein
A-polishing up his auld crockery.

Fol-la, etc.

Well, he gave the poor craythur a shake,
And I wish that a garda had caught him,
For he threw her right into the lake,
And she sank right down to the bottom.

Fol-la, etc.

 


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