A few things first
1. This is not the song as I heard sung by Ricky in inniscarra many years ago. After many years of searching and cute hooring by the man himself I've found noone who knows the song or has even heard of it.

2. With this in mind I tried a mudcat search. Again no luck
3. So, as a last resort rather then let a good song die, I patched it up. Some of the words are the same, some were put in by myself to patch up holes. I did not write the song that credit goes to someone else. I do admit to filling in a lot of whats written below. but this is preferable then letting the song die.

Anyway here it is

MANY'S THE PINT I HAD WITH THE POPE JOHN PAUL

Well, weren't we the rare auld stock?
Spent the weekend up in Knock
We went there for the craic
'Cos we knew the Pope was coming
At half past three the plane touched down
He disembarked then kissed the ground
And turning to the lads he tipped a wink
Saying "Where's the bar? I'd murder a drink"
As he left the arrivals hall
Oh 'tis manys the pint I had with the Pope John Paul

Well the holy mass was quickly said
For the pope he had a sickly head
He picked us up in this big black car
And we all sped off to the nearest bar
As we settled into those pints of plain
Auld JP rose into 'Nancy Spain'
Then grabbed the fiddle from o'er the door
And the two hand reel filled up the floor
Christ 'twas worse then Lannigans Ball
Oh 'tis manys the pint I had with the Pope John Paul

A ferocious crowd had all turned out
To hear the Pope sing of poor Seán Sabhat
And then downing his pint he addressed them all
Saying "A round for the house, for it is my call"
In Latin & Greek the roar did deafen
All the angels up in heaven
There was porter flowing left and right
And then the Pope got stuck in a fight
While playing pool with Peter & Paul
Oh 'tis manys the pint I had with the Pope John Paul

Things swiftly went from bad to worse
And JP began to swear & curse
The barman said "Clear out ye're barred
Ye've drank too much ye're manky jarred"
We wandered about trying to find a pub
'Till Mick & the Pope they spied a club
Sure all we wanted was a bit of a dance
But we could get in for the Pope had no pants
So he kicked a bouncer in the balls
Oh 'tis manys the pint I had with the Pope John Paul

Well there followed a mighty altercation
As the Pope doled out excommunication
On anyone who laid a hand
On himself or a member of his band
We spent two hours racing up & down
As the bouncers searched all over town
'Til the knock gardaí locked us up in jail
Until the Vatican boat did sail
Deported one and all
Oh 'tis manys the pint I had with the Pope John Paul
Mj