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St Patrick was a gentleman, and came people.

He built a church in Dublin town, and upon it put a steeple:

His mother was a Callaghan, his father was a Brady,

His sister was an O'Huolihan, and his brother an O'Grady.

Then success to bold Saint Patrick's fist,

He was a saint so clever,

He gave the frogs and toads a twist,

And banished them for ever.

There's not a mile on Ireland's isle, where the dirty varment musters,

Where'er he put his dear forefoot, he murdered them in clusters:

The frogs went hop, the toads went plop, slapdash into the water,

The bastes committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.

Then success, &c.

Nine hundered thousand vipers blue, he charmed with sweet discourses,

And dined on them at Killaloo in soups and second courses;

The blind worm crawling through the grase, disgusted all the nation,—

He gave them a rise, and he opened their eyes to the sense of their situation.

Then success, &c.