St Brendans Voyage

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A boat sailed out of Brandon in_the year of five o one
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’twas a damp and dirty mornin’ Brendan’s voyage it begun.
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Tired of thinnin’ turnips and cuttin’ curley kale
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When he got back from the creamery  he hoisted up the sail.
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He ploughed a lonely furrow to the north, south, east and west
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Of all the navigators, St. Brendan was the best.
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When he ran out of candles he was forced to make a stop,
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He tied up in Long Island and put America on the map.
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Did you know that Honolulu was found by a Kerryman,
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Who went on to find Australia then China and Japan.
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When he was touchin’ 70, he began to miss the crack,
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Turnin’ to his albatross sez he “I’m headin’ back”.

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“Is it right or left for Gibraltar”
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“and What tack do I take for Mizen Head?”
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“I’d love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”,
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St. Brendan to his albatross he said.

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To make it fast he bent the mast and built up mighty steam.
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Around Terra del Fuego and up the warm Gulf Stream,
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He crossed the last horizon, Mt. Brandon came in sight
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And when he cleared the customs into Dingle for the night.
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When he got the Cordon Bleu he went to douse the drought,
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He headed west to Crozier’s to murder pints of stout
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Around by Ballyferriter and up the Conor Pass
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He freewheeled into Brandon, the saint was home at last.

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“Is it right or left for Gibraltar”
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“and What tack do I take for Mizen Head?”
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“I’d love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”,
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St. Brendan to his albatross he said.

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The entire population came (281) the place was chock-a-block
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Love nor money wouldn’t get your nose inside the shop.
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The fishermen hauled up their nets, the farmers left their hay,
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Kerry people know that saints don’t turn up every day.
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Everythin’ was goin’ great ’til Brendan did announce
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His reason for returnin’ was to try and set up house.
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The girls were flabbergasted at St. Brendan’s neck
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To seek a wife so late in life and him a total wreck.

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“Is it right or left for Gibraltar”
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“and What tack do I take for Mizen Head?”
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“I’d love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”,
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St. Brendan to his albatross he said.

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Worn down by rejection that pierced his humble pride,
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“Begod”, sez Brendan “If I run I’ll surely catch the tide”
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Turnin’ on his sandals he made straight for the docks
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And haulin’ up his anchor he cast off from the rocks.
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As he sailed past Inismhicheallain there stood the albatross
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“I knew you’d never stick it out, ’tis great to see you boss”
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“I’m bailin’ out” sez Brendan, “I badly need a break
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A fortnight is about as much as any aul saint could take.”
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“Is it right or left for Gibraltar”
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“and What tack do I take for Mizen Head?”
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“I’d love to settle down near Ventry Harbour”,
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St. Brendan to his albatross he said.

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