Found this one, recorded by Micho:ST. KEVIN AND THE GANDER
And as St. Kevin once was travelling through a place called Glendalough
He met with King O'Toole and he asked him for a shock
Said the saint, You are a stranger and your face I never have seen
But if you have the taste of weed I'll lend you my dugeen
With me fol the dol &c.While the saint was kindling up the pipe, the monarch gave a sigh
Is there anything the matter, says the saint, that makes you cry?
Said the king, I had a gander that was left me by my mother
And this morning he has cocked his toes with some disease or otherSo you're crying for your gander, you misfortunate old goose
Dry up those tears and frettings and the dickens take the use
If you think so much about the bird I'll cure him, said St. Kevin,
If you'll give to me a piece of land that the gander will fly aroundTroth I will and welcome, said the king, of what you ask
He bid him bring the gander and there would begin the task
He hooshed him up into the air; he flew thirty miles around
Said the saint, I thank your majesty for the little bit of ground
With me fol the dol &c.The king to raise a ruction he called the saint a witch
He sent in for his six big sons to heave him in a ditch
But the saint turned himself and his six big sons into seven churches
And he left the gander there to guard about the ruins
With me fol the dol &c.Apostrophes restored. --JoeClone, 3-Mar-03.