God is everywhere but her preferred residence is Glendalough
In Glendalough lived an old saint
In Glendalough lived an old saint Renowned for learning and piety His manners was curious and quaint And he looked upon girls with disparity fol di dol fol di fol day Fol di dol rol di dol ad dyetc.
He was fond of readin` a book When he could get one to his wishes He was fond of castin` his hook In among the ould fishes fol di dol fol di fol day etc.
But one evenin' he landed a trout He landed a fine big trout, Sir When young Kathleen from over the way Came to see what the ould monk was about, Sir fol di dol fol di fol day etc. "Well get out o' me way" said the saint For I am a man of great piety And me good manners I wouldn`t taint Not be mixing with female society fol di dol fol di fol day etc.
Oh but Kitty she wouldn't give in And when he got home to his rockery He found she was seated therein A-polishin' up his ould crockery fol di dol fol di fol day etc.
Well he gave the poor creature a shake And I wish that the Garda had caught him! For he threw her right into the lake And, be Jaysus, she sank to the bottom fol di dol fol di fol day etc.
