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Patrick's Arrival

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Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn) You've heard of St. Denis of France. He never had much for to brag on. You've heard of St. George and his lance Who killed d'old heathenish dragon. The Saints of the Welshmen and Scot Are a couple of pitiful pipers And might just as well go to pot When compared to the patron of vipers: St. Patrick of Ireland, my dear. He sailed to the Emerald Isle On a lump of pavin' stone mounted. He beat the steamboat by a mile Which mighty good sailing was counted. Says he, "The salt water, I think, Has made me unmerciful thirsty; So bring me a flagon to drink To wash down the mullygrups, burst ye, Of drink that is fit for a Saint." He preached then with wonderful force The ignorant natives a teaching, With wine washed down each discourse, For, says he, "I detest your dry preaching." The people in wonderment struck At a pastor so pious and civil, Exclaimed, "We're for you, my old buck, And we'll heave our blind Gods to the divil, Who dwells in hot water below." This finished, our worshipful man Went to visit an elegant fellow Whose practise each cool afternoon Was to get most delightful mellow. That day with a barrel of beer, He was drinking away with abandon. Say's Patrick, "It's grand to be here. I drank nothing to speak of since landing, So give me a pull from your pot." He lifted the pewter in sport.


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