More lyrics. On my cd the title is "Our Own Saint." The title given at the video is "Hymn to St Finbarr." Video: Hymn to St Finbarr Lyrics: You may talk of the Saints and the Scholars Whose names we all learned in school Who found Europe in sin and in squalor And brought it to order and rule A fig for these globe-trotting clerics St. Ronan, St. Brendan, St. Gall The man who gave women hysterics Was Finbarr so handsome and tall You can keep St. George and his dragons St. Pat with his shamrocks and snakes For drinking the quarts and the naggins St. Finbarr the trophy must take While others were off gallivanting In Brussels, Berlin and Paris Finbarr his vespers was chanting At home in his church by the Lee His miracles all were astounding But surely of all his great work His finest achievement was founding The beautiful city of Cork You can keep St. George and his dragons St. Pat with his shamrocks and snakes For drinking the quarts and the naggins St. Finbarr the trophy must take St. Canice above in Kilkenny At hurling had made quite a name He suffered an awful shock When he took on our Finbarr at the game St. Finbarr, he hurled like lightning By pulling first time, low and high He gave the poor man such a frightening He thought that the Doomsday was nigh You can keep St. George and his dragons St. Pat with his shamrocks and snakes For drinking the quarts and the naggins St. Finbarr the trophy must take At bowling he cut quite a figure On tarmac or gravel or sods Men who were many times bigger He beat by incredible odds At draghunts and racetracks and meetings His dogs always won with a will And ever since then there's no beating The dogs of the boys of Fair Hill You can keep St. George and his dragons St. Pat with his shamrocks and snakes For drinking the quarts and the naggins St. Finbarr the trophy must take Incensed with the heavy taxation On brandy and spirits and wine, Finbarr gave his dispensation to all Without penance or fine So the hills of West Cork were infested With men making poitín and rum Which then they consumed and digested To make themselves totally numb You can keep St. George and his dragons St. Pat with his shamrocks and snakes For drinking the quarts and the naggins St. Finbarr the trophy must take Bould Finbarr being always ambitious And eager to taste a smathán In a way that was most surreptitious He founded a still in Guagán The stuff that he made was delicious And eagerly sought and imbibed But delivered an impact so vicious That no-one who drank it survived You can keep St. George and his dragons St. Pat with his shamrocks and snakes For drinking the quarts and the naggins St. Finbarr the trophy must take At a conclave inside in St Peter's The cardinals said with one voice As they quaffed the red wine by the litre That Finbarr for Pope was their choice On hearing that he was elected And urgently summoned to Rome St Finbarr the job he rejected Remarking "There's no place like home!" You can keep St. George and his dragons St. Pat with his shamrocks and snakes For drinking the quarts and the naggins St. Finbarr the trophy must take
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