[D]In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowned for learning and [A]piety
His [D]manners was [D7]curious and [G]quint
And
he [A7]looked upon girl with [A]dispari[D]ty
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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
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But one evenin' he landed a trout
He landed a fine big rout, Sir
When young Kathleen from over the way
Came
to see what the ould monk was about, sir
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"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
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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
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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
