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The Wicklow hills are very high, and so's
the hill o' Howth, Sir;
But there's a hill that's higher still, yes higher
then them both, Sir:—
'Twas on the top of this high hill St. Patrick preached the sarment
That drove the frogs into the bogs, and boddered all the varment.
Then success, &c.
No wonder that we Irish boys should be so
gay and frisky,
St. Patrick first taught us the joys of tippling
the whisky.
Twas he that brewed the best o' malt and
understood distilling,
For his mother kept a sheeban shop in the
town of Inniskillen.
Then success, &c.
Then should I be so fortunate as to go back
to Munster,
Och! I'll be bound that from that ground
again I ne'er would once stir
'Twas there St. Patrick 'anted turf, and
plenty of the praties,
With pigs galore, a grah m'estore, and butter-milk, and ladies.
Then success, &c.
