A prayer to St Mel
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St Mel he was a Briton
One of St Patricks own
He used to have a football park
On the outskirts of Athlone.
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Now Moses is a Corkman
Big hat and cape a flowing
A man of extreme patience
Calm head and easy going
¶ 3
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April fourth of ninety eight
A pilgrimage he planned
We’d pay respects to Mel
Our rosary beads in hand
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Now drinking beer all day
Could land your soul in trouble
But still our prayers were answered
Hartigol then Jasons double
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Remote pub, another decade
Raised a glass and drank it dry
I fell asleep as we took off
Back home, blink of an eye
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