In Glendalough lived an old saint Renowned for learning and piety His manners was curious and quint And he looked upon girl with disparity Chorus:
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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
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
'Oh 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 by mixing with female society
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
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