Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people
In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple
His father was a Callaghan, his mother was a Brady
His auntie an O'Shaughnessy, his uncle an O'Grady

Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever
He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever

There's not a mile in Eireann's isle where the dirty vermin musters
Where'er he put his dear forefoot, he murdered them in clusters
The toads went hop, the frogs went pop, slap dash into the water
And beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter

Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever
He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever

The Wicklow hills are very high and so is the hill of Howth, sir
And there's a hill much bigger still, much higher than them both, sir
'Twas on the top of this high hill Saint Patrick preached his sermons
He drove the frogs into the bogs and banished all the vermins

Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever
He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever

No wonder that those Irish lads should be so gay and frisky
For sure Saint Pat, he taught them that, as well as making whiskey
No wonder that the saint himself should understand distilling
His mother kept a shebeen shop in the town of Enniskillen

Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever
He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fist, he was a saint so clever
He gave the snakes and toads a twist and banished them forever