St Patrick was a Gentleman lyrics and chords

The chords to St Patrick was a Gentleman are presented in the key of D. The lyrics are an ode to St Patrick, patron saint of Ireland.

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Bm 
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he  
D 
came of decent  
A 
people
 
In  
Bm 
Dublin town he built a church and  
D 
on it  
A 
put a  
D 
steeple
 
His  
Bm 
father was a  
G 
Callaghan, his  
D 
mother was a  
A 
Brady
 
His  
Bm 
aunt was an O'
G 
Shaughnessy and his  
D 
uncle was a  
A 
Grady
 
Then suc
Bm 
cess to bold Saint Patrick’s fist
 
He  
D 
was a saint so  
A 
clever
 
He  
Bm 
gave the snakes an awful twist
 
And  
D 
banished 
 
 
A 
them 
 
for
D 
ever

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There’s not a mile in Ireland’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 plop, slap dash into the water
And the beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter

Nine hundred thousand vipers blue he charmed with sweet discourses
And dined on them at Killaloo in soups and second courses
When blind worms crawling on the grass disgusted all the nation
He gave then a rise and opened their eyes to a sense of their situation

The Wicklow hills are very high and so’s the hill of Howth, sir
But there’s a hill much higher still, much higher than them both, sir
‘Twas on the top of this high hill Saint Patrick preached the “sarmint”
He drove the frogs into the bogs and bothered all the “Varmint”

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[Bm]Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he [D]came of decent [A]people
In [Bm]Dublin town he built a church and [D]on it [A]put a [D]steeple
His [Bm]father was a [G]Callaghan, his [D]mother was a [A]Brady
His [Bm]aunt was an O'[G]Shaughnessy and his [D]uncle was a [A]Grady

Then suc[Bm]cess to bold Saint Patrick’s fist
He [D]was a saint so [A]clever
He [Bm]gave the snakes an awful twist
And [D]banished [A]them for[D]ever.

There’s not a mile in Ireland’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 plop, slap dash into the water
And the beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter

Nine hundred thousand vipers blue he charmed with sweet discourses
And dined on them at Killaloo in soups and second courses
When blind worms crawling on the grass disgusted all the nation
He gave then a rise and opened their eyes to a sense of their situation

The Wicklow hills are very high and so’s the hill of Howth, sir
But there’s a hill much higher still, much higher than them both, sir
‘Twas on the top of this high hill Saint Patrick preached the “sarmint”
He drove the frogs into the bogs and bothered all the “Varmint”

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