The Glendalough Saint

(álbum: Finnegan Wakes - 1966)

In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowned for learning and piety
His manners was curious and quaint
And he looked upon girl with disparity
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He was fond of reading a book
When he could get one to his wishes
He was fond of casting his hook
In among the ould fishes
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Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
But one evening 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
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Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy

For I am a man of great piety
And me good manners I wouldn't taint
Not be mixing with female society
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Oh 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 ould crockery
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Well he gave the poor creature a shake
And I wish that the Garda had caught him!
For he threw her right into the lake
And, be Jaysus, she sank to the bottom
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Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day