Song parody of
Father Cuddy
by The Ornery Jacks
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Father Cuddy was a merry soul, a man of fine repute
Pias to the cloth as pan is to the flute
A brother of the Innisfallen until the dry casks were calling
for another drop of summer wine
By first mornings light last he was seen
The stone where he knelt is still branded by his knees
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing
Tira lira tira lira tira lira lee
Cuddy was sent to Muckross abbey across the crimson sea
To retrieve the wine for the brethren of he
He set back out for home in the riot time heat
But a temperance of another spirit guided his feet
By first mornings light last he was seen
The stone where he knelt is still branded by his knees
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing
Tera lira tera lira tera lira lee
Tira lira tira lira tira lira lee
Providence spoke to Cuddy in the warbling of a fowl
And upon his knees he saw the world changing all around
As it grew longer and longer in the tooth
Cuddy held fast to his youth
He returned to the monastery with the promise of the wine
Inquired of the arrival of the grape from the vine
But the porter was a man that the monk had never seen
Who told him this land now belonged to the Queen
And one of his namesake had drowned two hundred hence
And not one soul has seen the father since
By first mornings light last he was seen
The stone where he knelt is still branded by his knees
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing
Tira lira tira lira tira lira lee
Father Cuddy was a merry soul, a man of fine repute
Pias to the cloth as pan is to the flute
A brother of the Innisfallen until the dry casks were calling
for another drop of summer wine
By first mornings light last he was seen
The stone where he knelt is still branded by his knees
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing
Tira lira tira lira tira lira lee
Cuddy was sent to Muckross abbey across the crimson sea
To retrieve the wine for the brethren of he
He set back out for home in the riot time heat
But a temperance of another spirit guided his feet
By first mornings light last he was seen
The stone where he knelt is still branded by his knees
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing
Tera lira tera lira tera lira lee
Tira lira tira lira tira lira lee
Providence spoke to Cuddy in the warbling of a fowl
And upon his knees he saw the world changing all around
As it grew longer and longer in the tooth
Cuddy held fast to his youth
He returned to the monastery with the promise of the wine
Inquired of the arrival of the grape from the vine
But the porter was a man that the monk had never seen
Who told him this land now belonged to the Queen
And one of his namesake had drowned two hundred hence
And not one soul has seen the father since
By first mornings light last he was seen
The stone where he knelt is still branded by his knees
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing
Tira lira tira lira tira lira lee
