Quote from admin on December 22, 2005, 12:40 pm

Hi Dave,

I'm not all sure about the accuracy of this. Got it from another website. I hope it's what your looking for.

Pete

St Laurence O'Toole

St Laurence O'Toole of dear Dublin Town
Good people, remember his name
Patron Saint of this city we love
We'll always honour your fame
To a Prince of Leinster you were born
The son of Morris O'Toole
There were many children born that year
But God had chosen you, you
God had chosen you

You were given then to a tyrant king
When you were but a boy
While filling your frame with God's own love
His wonders and his joy
This king he ruled old Erin's Isle
With cruel fist and iron sword
He tried to change your love for God
The One whom you adored, adored
The One whom you adored

But your father he heard of these terrible deeds
And your fate on which they mocked
He took you from that unholy place
To the Abbey in Glendalough
The Abbot there who taught you
When first he saw your face
He knew that God had sent you
In time to take his place, his place
In time to take his place

But you died Archbishop in Normandy
Far across the sea
Far from the people and the city you loved
In exile your soul it went free
You were kind and gentle, Saint Laurence O'Toole
Your faith and love profound
Archbishop and Abbot, patron Saint
Of the people of dear Dublin town, town
The people of dear Dublin town, town

Quote from deirdre827 on December 27, 2005, 3:50 pm

Thanks Pete,
Exactly what I wanted.
I'll be starting work on it in a couple of days (Need the practice before March 17!!!)

Many thanks.

Dave C.