Saint Patrick Was A Gentleman - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Saint Patrick was a Gentleman. 
Saint Patrick was a gentleman. And came o' decent-people, He built a church in Dublin town. And upon it put a steeple; His mother was a Callaghan, His father was a Brady, His sister was an O'Houlihan, And his brother a O Grady. 
Chorus. Success attend Saint Patrick's fist. For he's the decent saint, oh I Hegave the bugs and toads a twist. He's a beauty without paint, out 
The Wicklow hills are very high, And so's the hill of Howth, too; But I know a hill that's twice as high. And taller than them both, too; 'Twas on the top of that high mount, Where Saint Patrick preached his sarmint. He made the frogs jump through the hogs, And he banished all the varmint. - Chorus, 
No wonder that we Irish boys Should be so gay and friskey, For Saint Patrick taught the happy knack Of drinking of the whiskey; Twas he that brewed the best o' malt, And understood distilling, For his mother kept a sheeban shop In the town of Inniskillen.- Chorus. 
Then should I be so fortunate As to go back to Munster, Och! I'll be bound, that from that ground Again I would ne'er once stir; Twas there Saint Patrick planted turf, And plenty of the praties, With pigs galore, a grahm estore. Ana butter, milk and ladies.-Chorus.