Intro: G-G-D-D Em-Bm-Em-Em Em-Em
St [Em]Laurence O'Toole of dear Dublin Town, good [Bm]people, remember his [Em]name.
Patron Saint of this city we love,
we'll [Bm]always honour your [Em]fame.
To a [G]Prince of Leinster [D]you were born, the [Em]son of [Bm]Morris O'[Em]Toole.
There
were [G]many children [D]born that year, but [Em]God had [Bm]chosen [Em]you, [D]you,
[Em]God had [Bm]chosen [Em]you..
You were [Em]given, then to a tyrant king, when you were [Bm]but a [Em]boy.
While filling your frame with God's
own love, his [Bm]wonders and his [Em]joy.
This [G]king, he ruled old [D]Erin's Isle, with [Em]cruel [Bm]fist and [Em]sword,
He
[G]tried to change your [D]love for God - the [Em]One whom [Bm]you a[Em]dored, a[D]dored,
The [Em]One whom [Bm]you a[Em]dored.
But your [Em]father he heard of these terrible deeds and your [Bm]fate on which they [Em]mocked.
He took you from
that unholy place to the [Bm]Abbey in Glenda[Em]lough.
The [G]Abbot there, [D]who taught you, when [Em]first he [Bm]saw
your [Em]face
He [G]knew that God had [D]sent you - in [Em]time to [Bm]take his [Em]place, his [D]place;
In [Em]time
to [Bm]take his [Em]place.
But you [Em]died Archbishop, in Normandy, [Bm]far across the [Em]sea,
Far from the people and the city you loved,
in [Bm]exile, your soul it went [Em]free.
You were [G]kind and gentle, Saint [D]Laurence O'Toole, your [Em]faith and [Bm]love
pro[Em]found;
Arch[G]bishop and Abbot, [D]patron Saint of the [Em]people of [Bm]dear Dublin [Em]town, [D]town,
The [Em]people
of [Bm]dear Dublin [Em]town.
Outro: G-G-D-D Em-Bm-Em-Em (2x)
