Well, this seems like a good place to post a recitation written by a friend's father (hope I replace all the begin & end quotes with double primes):

ST. JOHN'S EVE
Recitation by Donnagh McDonnagh
(And learned from his son, Niall McDonnagh)

St. John was a man with a mission
And he lived in a very poor way.
He ate locust and toad for breakfast
And water nate for his tay.
He was preaching hellfire and damnation.
Company keepers he damned.
No dance license ever was granted
While St. John was abroad in the land.
For dancing he thought was unholy,
A shocking occasion of sin.
He advised the young men in the country
To avoid everything feminine.
But there was a young one named Salome,
A devil to dance and to sing,
And she took a great liking to St. John
So she went to her father, the king.
"If I dance will you give me a present?" says she,
And the old lad agrees.
So she started to dance like an angel
"nd the king sitting back at his ease.
"Very nice," says your man when she's winded,
"Very nice, and what will you have?
"Oh daddy dear, give me St. John,
The lovely young man for me slave."
"Very well," says the king, "You can have him."
But John, being a saint, says no fear.
So Salome was mad and her dad says,
"Right, you can cut off his ear."
"No, no, says Salome, "his head please."
So she danced with his head 'round the court.
And bonfires on John's Eve remind us
That dancin' is dangerous sport!

(We shout the last line.)

Linn