St. Patrick Was A Gentleman

Oh! St. Patrick was a gentleman,

Who came of decent people;

He built a church in Dublin town,

And on it put a steeple.

Saint Patrick of Ireland

His father was a Gallagher;

His mother was a Brady;

His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy,

His uncle an O'Grady

So, success attend St. Patrick's fist,

For he's a saint so clever;

O! he gave the snakes and toads a twist,

And bothered them forever!

The Wicklow Hills

Ireland

The Wicklow hills are very high,

And so's the Hill of Howth, sir;

And there's a hill, much bigger still,

Much higher nor them both, sir.

'Twas on the top of this high hill

St. Patrick preached his sarmint

That drove the frogs into the bogs,

And banished all the varmint.

So, success attend St. Patrick's fist,

For he's a saint so clever;

O! he gave the snakes and toads a twist,

And bothered them forever!

The Hill of Howth
Dublin, Ireland

"St. Patrick Was A Gentleman"

By Henry Bennett