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ST.PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN.
St Patrick was a gentleman, and came (illegible text) 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.
