A boat sailed out of Brandon in the year of 501 'twas a damp and dirty mornin' Brendan's voyage it began. Tired of thinnin' turnips and cuttin' curley kale When he got back from the creamery he hoisted up the sail. He ploughed a lonely furrow to the north, south, east and west Of all the navigators, St. Brendan was the best. When he ran out of holy water he was forced to make a stop, He tied up in Long Island and put America on the map. Did you know that Honolulu was found by a Kerryman, Who went on to find Australia then China and Japan. When he was touchin' 70, he began to miss the crack, Turnin' to his albatross he sez “I'm headin' back”.
“Is it right or left for Gibraltar” “What tack do I take for Mizen Head?” “I'd love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”, St. Brendan to his albatross he said.
To make it fast he bent the mast and built up mighty steam. Around Terra del Fuego and up the warm Gulf Stream, He crossed the last horizon, Mt. Brandon came in sight And when he cleared the customs into Dingle for the night. When he got the Cordon Bleu he went to douse the drought, He headed west to Kruger's* to murder pints of stout Around by Ballyferriter and up the Conor Pass He freewheeled into Brandon, the saint was home at last.
“Is it right or left for Gibraltar” “What tack do I take for Mizen Head?” “I'd love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”, St. Brendan to his albatross he said.
The entire population came the place was chock-a-block Love nor money wouldn't get your nose inside the shop. The fishermen hauled up their nets, the farmers left their hay, Kerry people know that saints don't turn up every day. Everythin' was goin' great 'til Brendan did announce His reason for returnin' was to try and set up house. The girls were flabbergasted at St. Bredan's neck To seek a wife so late in life and him a total wreck.
“Is it right or left for Gibraltar” “What tack do I take for Mizen Head?” “I'd love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”, St. Brendan to his albatross he said.
Worn down by rejection that pierced his humble pride, “Begod”, sez Brendan “If I run I'll surely catch the tide” Turnin' on his sandals he made straight for the docks And haulin' up his anchor he cast off from the rocks. As he sailed past Inishvickallaun there stood the albatross “I knew you'd never stick it out, 'tis great to see you boss” “I'm bailin' out” sez Brendan, “I badly need a break Two weeks about as much as any aul saint could take.”
“Is it right or left for Gibraltar” “What tack do I take for Mizen Head?” “I'd love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”, St. Brendan to his albatross he said.
* – Kruger Kavanagh's, the ‘Nearest pub to the States'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
