The Glendalough Saint – lyrics and chords

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The lyrics tell a story of a woman attempting to gain the attentions of a fisherman, but ending up at the bottom of a lake.

 
D 
In Glendalough lived an old saint
 
Renowned for his learning and  
A 
piety
 
His  
D 
manners were  
D7 
curious and  
G 
quaint
 
And he  
A7 
looked upon girls with  
A 
dispari
D 
ty.
Chorus
 
D 
Ri fol di dol, fol di dol day
 
Ri fol di dol, fol do dol  
A 
laddy
 
Ri  
D 
fol di dol, fol di dol  
G 
day
 
Ri  
A7 
fol di dol, fol di  
A 
dol 
 
lad
D 
dy.

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But as he was fishin’ one day
A-catchin’ some kind of a trout, sir
Young Kathleen was walkin’ that way
Just to see what the saint was about, sir.

Chorus

‘You’re a mighty fine fisher’, says Kate
‘Tis yourself is the boy that can hook them
But when you have caught them so nate
Don’t you want some young woman to cook them?’

Chorus

‘Be gone out of that’ said the saint
‘For I am a man of great piety
Me character I wouldn’t taint
By keeping such class of society.’

Chorus

But Kathleen wasn’t goin’ to give in
For when he got her home to his rockery
He found her sittin’ therein
A-polishing up of his crockery.

He gave the poor creature a shake
Oh, I wish that the peelers had caught him
He threw her right into the lake
And of course she sank down to the bottom.

Chorus

It is rumoured from that very day
Kathleen’s ghost can be seen on the river
And the saint never raised up his hand
Fo he died on the right kind of fervour.

The Glendalough Saint lyrics and chords print version

[D]In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowned for his learning and [A]piety
His [D]manners were [D7]curious and [G]quaint
And he [A7]looked upon girls with [A]dispari[D]ty.

Chorus

[D]Ri fol di dol, fol di dol day
Ri fol di dol, fol do dol [A]laddy
Ri [D]fol di dol, fol di dol [G]day
Ri [A7]fol di dol, fol di [A]dol lad[D]dy.

But as he was fishin’ one day
A-catchin’ some kind of a trout, sir
Young Kathleen was walkin’ that way
Just to see what the saint was about, sir.

Chorus

‘You’re a mighty fine fisher’, says Kate
‘Tis yourself is the boy that can hook them
But when you have caught them so nate
Don’t you want some young woman to cook them?’

Chorus

‘Be gone out of that’ said the saint
‘For I am a man of great piety
Me character I wouldn’t taint
By keeping such class of society.’

Chorus

But Kathleen wasn’t goin’ to give in
For when he got her home to his rockery
He found her sittin’ therein
A-polishing up of his crockery.

He gave the poor creature a shake
Oh, I wish that the peelers had caught him
He threw her right into the lake
And of course she sank down to the bottom.

Chorus

It is rumoured from that very day
Kathleen’s ghost can be seen on the river
And the saint never raised up his hand
Fo he died on the right kind of fervour.

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