THE GLENDALOUGH SAINT

In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowed for his learning and piety
His manners was curious and quaint
And he looked up on girls with disparity

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He was fond of read-in' a book
When he could get one to his wishes.
He was fond of castin' his hook
In among the ould fishes.

But one evenin' he landed a trout,
He landed a fine big trout, sir,
When young Kathleen from over the way
Came to see what the ould monk was about, sir.

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

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

Well he gave the poor creature a shake
And I wish that the Garda had got him.'
For he threw her right into the lake,
And, be Jaysus, she sank to the bottom.