To hell with saint pat sing of the merits of Kevin! :)

The Glendalough Saint In Glendalough lived an auld saint Renowned for his learning and piety. His manners was curious and quaint, And he looked upon girls with disparity. Fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-lay, fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-laddy Fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-laaay ... fol-la-de-la-la-de-la-laddy He was fond of reading a book When he could get one to his wishes. He was fond of casting his hook In among all the young fishes. Fol-la, etc. Well one evening he landed a trout, He landed a fine big trout, sir, When Cathleen from over the way Came to see what the auld monk was about, sir. Fol-la, etc. "Well, get out of 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." Fol-la, etc. Ah, but Kitty she wouldn't give in, And when he got home to his rockery, He found she was seated therein A-polishing up his auld crockery. Fol-la, etc. Well, he gave the poor craythur a shake, And I wish that a garda had caught him, For he threw her right into the lake, And she sank right down to the bottom. Fol-la, etc.