Jane Connell - St. Bridget lyrics

Saint Bridget, deliver us to Beekman Place Away from the wicked and depraved A gray head is peeping through the curtain lace Calling, "Come ye inside, where you'll be saved" She's baked him a cherry pie and glazed a ham Her dear arms reach out for his embrace So, if you have pity on this poor, lost lamb God love you, dear Saint Bridget, deliver us to Beekman Place Sing with me Patrick, it will keep up your courage Agnes and Young Patrick So, if you have pity on this poor lost sheep God love you, dear Saint Bridget, deliver us to Beekman Place