Lyrics:

Saint Patrick was a gentleman
And he came from decent people
In Dublin town he built a church
And on it, put the steeple

His father was a Callaghan
His mother was a Brady
His auntie an O'Shaughnessy
Hus uncle an O'Grady

Then here's to bold Saint Paddy's fists
He was a Saint so clever
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist
And banish them forever!

There's not a mile in Erin's isle
Where the dirty vermin musters
Where there he put his dear forefoot
He murdered them in clusters

The toads went hop! The frogs went pop!
Slap-dash into the water
And beasts committed suicide
To save themselves from slaughter

Then here's to bold Saint Paddy's fists
He was a Saint so clever
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist
And banish them forever!

The Wicklow hills are very high
And so is the hill of Howth, sir
And there's a hill much bigger still
Much higher than them both, sir

'Twas on the top of this high hill
Saint Patrick preached his sermons
He drove the frogs into the bogs
And banished all the vermins

Then here's to bold Saint Paddy's fists
He was a Saint so clever
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist
And banish them forever!

No wonder that those Irish lads
Should be so gay and frisky
Well, sure, Saint Pat, he taught them that
As well as makin' whiskey

No wonder that the saint himself
Should understand distillin'
His mother kept a shebeen shop
In the town of Enniskillen

Then here's to bold Saint Paddy's fists
He was a Saint so clever
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist
And banish them forever!

Then here's to bold Saint Paddy's fists
He was a Saint so clever
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist
And banish them forever!