The Glendalough Saint - The Dubliners

In Glendalough lived an old saint

Renowned for learning and piety

His manners was curious and quint

And he looked upon girl with disparity

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He was fond of readin' a book

When he could get one to his wishes

He was fond of castin' his hook

In among the ould fishes

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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

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«Well get out o' me way» said the saint

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-polishin' 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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