Lyrics:

Saint Bridget, deliver us to Beekman Place
Away from the wicked and depraved
A gray head is peeping through the curtain lace
Calling, 'Come ye inside, where you'll be saved'

She's baked him a cherry pie and glazed a ham
Her dear arms reach out for his embrace
So, if you have pity on this poor, lost lamb
God love you, dear Saint Bridget, deliver us to
Beekman Place

Sing with me Patrick, it will keep up your courage
Agnes and Young Patrick
So, if you have pity on this poor lost sheep
God love you, dear Saint Bridget, deliver us to
Beekman Place