Saint Patrick’s Day in the Morning

Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney

Location: New Edition, page 140 / 141

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When he came to out shore, our land was spread o’er

With witchcraft and dark necromancy.

Deludes, I may say, with such dark, evil ways

As were pleasing to Beelzebub’s fancy.

This champion of Christ did their magic expel.

These imps of perditions he did them repel.

Their worship he stopped and their idols they fell,

And he showed them the path that would lead to Mount Sion,

The right was to live and the true was to die in.

And none would be lost who were patronised by him,

On Saint Patrick’s Day in the morning.

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