[Verse]
Saint Patrick was a gentleman
And he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church ,
And on it put a steeple.

His father was a Callaghan,
And his mother was a Brady,
His auntie an O'Shaughnessy,
His uncle an O'Grady.

[Chorus]
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fists,
He was a saint so clever,
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist,
And banish them forever!

[Verse]
There's not a mile in Erin's isle,
Where the dirty vermin musters,
Where there he put his dear forefoot,
He murdered them in clusters.

The toads went hop! The frogs went pop!
Slap haste into the water,
And beasts committed suicide,
To save themselves from slaughter.

[Chorus]
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fists,
He was a saint so clever,
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist,
And banish them forever!

[Verse]
The Wicklow hills are very high,
And so is the hill of Howth, sir,
And there's a hill much bigger still,
Much higher than them both, sir.

Twas on the top of this high hill,
Saint Patrick preached his sermons,
He drove the frogs into the bogs,
And banished all the varmint.

[Chorus]
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fists,
He was a saint so clever,
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist,
And banish them forever!

[Verse]
No wonder that those Irish lads,
Should be so gay and frisky,
Well, sure, St. Pat, he taught them that,
As well as making whiskey.

No wonder that the saint himself,
Should understand distilling,
His mother kept a shebeen shop,
In the town of Enniskillen.

[Chorus]
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fists,
He was a saint so clever,
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist,
And banish them forever!

[Chorus]
Then here's to bold St. Paddy's fists,
He was a saint so clever,
He'd give the snakes and toads a twist,
And banish them forever!.