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and lobed,
as we're

Falling out North Street
where the town came to an end,
in Saint Brigid crosses
and the punctures we can't mend

'Mid sheets grown

Words for Snow

Clann Zu

Rua

2003

And he sat & he prayed & he prayed & he sat & he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio, patron saint of all sinners, patron saint of all fools,

So Sister Brigid, fill my glass
I’ll be the first to drink and the last to die
Oh, but I’ll have glory at my side
Oh, when the saints go marching in

When I heard about the girls in Saint Tropez
Going topless in the sun
I practised staring every day
So I could hypnotise each one
Dominique, she owns

- He stopped the plague
The sacred beer
No more outbreaks
The blessed kettle from which they drank
St. Brigid filled up a lake full of beer
St.