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:
Fol di dol fol di fol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
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
The Glendalough Saint Video (MV)
Performed By: The Dubliners
Written by: BARNEY MCKENNA, CIARAN PADRAIG MAIRE BOURKE, JOHN EDMUND SHEAHAN, LUKE KELLY, ROBERT ANTHONY LYNCH, RONALD JOSEPH DREW
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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:
Fol di dol fol di fol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
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
Renowned for learning and piety
His manners was curious and quint
And he looked upon girl with disparity
Chorus:
Fol di dol fol di fol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
Fol di dol rol di dol day
Fol di dol rol di dol ad dy
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
Writer: BARNEY MCKENNA, CIARAN PADRAIG MAIRE BOURKE, JOHN EDMUND SHEAHAN, LUKE KELLY, ROBERT ANTHONY LYNCH, RONALD JOSEPH DREW
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group