In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowned for learning and piety
His manners was curious and quint
And he looked upon girl with disparity
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He was fond of readin` a book
When he could get one to his wishes
He was fond of castin` his hook
In among the ould fishes

But one evenin` he landed a trout
He landed a fine big trout, Sir
When young Kathleen from over the way
Came to see what the ould monk was about, Sir

”Oh get out o` me way” said the saint
for I am a man of great piety
and me good manners I wouldn`t taint
not by mixing with female society

Oh but Kitty she wouldn`t give in
And when he got home to his rockery
He found she was seated therein
a-polishin` up his ould crockery

Well he gave the poor creature a shake
And I wish that the Garda had caught him!
For he threw her right into the lake
And, be Jaysus, she sank to the bottom