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There are several accounts of St. Patrick's death.
One says that St. Patrick died at Saul, Downpatrick,
Ireland, on March 17, 460 A.D. His jawbone was
preserved in a silver shrine and was often requested
in times of childbirth, epileptic fits, and as a
preservative against the "evil eye." Another account
says that St. Patrick ended his days at Glastonbury,
England and was buried there. The Chapel of St.
Patrick still exists as part of Glastonbury Abbey.
Today, many Catholic places of worship all around
the world are named after St. Patrick, including
cathedrals in New York City, USA, Dublin, Ireland,
and Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia.
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Irish Washerwoman
When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky,
My uncle was rich, but never would by aisey
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey,
My dear little Shelah, I thought would run crazy,
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey.
I marched from Kilkenny, and, as I was thinking
On Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking,
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil go with him, I ne'er could be lazy,
He struck my shirts so, ould Corporal Casey.
We went into battle, I took the blows fairly
That fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely,
And who should the first be that dropped, why, and
please ye,
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
Thinks I you are quiet, and I shall be aisey,
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey. |
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