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The Dubliners

The Glendalough Saint

 

The Glendalough Saint

(album: 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
Fol di dol fol di fol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
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
Fol di dol fol di fol day
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
Fol di dol fol di fol day
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
Fol di dol fol di fol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
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
Fol di dol fol di fol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
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
Fol di dol fol di fol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day

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