Glendalough Saint


In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowned for his learning and piety
His manners were curious and quaint
And he looked upon girls with disparity

Ri fol di dol, fol di dol day
Ri fol di dol, fol di dol laddy
Ri fol di dol, fol di dol day
Ri fol di dol, fol di dol laddy

But as he was fishing one day
A-catching some kind of trout, sir
Young Kathleen was walking that way
Just to see what the saint was about, sir

‘You’re a mighty fine fisher’ says Kate
’tis yourself is the boy that can hook them
But when you have caught them so nate
Don’t you want some young woman to cook them ?’

‘Be gone out of that‘, said the saint
‘For I am a man of great piety
Me character, I wouldn’t taint
By keeping such class of society’

But Kathleen wasn’t going to give in
For when he got home to his rockery
He found her sitting therein
A-polishing all of his crockery

He gave the poor creature a shake
Oh, I wish that the peelers had caught him
He threw her right into the lake
And of course she sank down to the bottom

It is rumoured from that very day
Kathleen’s ghost can be seen on the river
And the saint never raised up his hand
For he died of the right kind of fever

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Songs of Wicklow


Saint Caoimhín, popularly anglicized to Kevin (498 – 3 June 618) is an Irish saint who was founder and first abbot of Glendalough. His feast day is 3 June. Following his ordination by Bishop Lugidus, he moved on to Glendalough in order to live as a hermit in a cave. He was reportedly led to the cave by an angel. A bronze age tomb known as St. Kevin’s Bed is now visited as his shrine. There is no evidence to support the legend that he drowned a woman who attempted to seduce him.