Lyrics:

In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowned for learning and piety
His manners was curious and quaint
And he looked upon girls with disparity

Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy
Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy

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

Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy
Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy

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

Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy
Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy

'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 mixin' with female society

Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy
Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li 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-polishin' up his ould crockery

Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy
Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy

Well he gave the poor creature a shake
And I wish that a Garda had caught him
For he threw her right into the lake
And, be Jaysus, she sank to the bottom

Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy
Fol lo di lol fol li dol day
Fol lo di lol fol li dol ad dy