Patrick had to deter the robbers
And thieves he met along the road,
Ward off viscious creatures,
Yet steadily he strode
Until, at last, he came upon
A landmark he well knew
And saw that he had triumphed over
Obstacles not a few.
He made it back to his family,
Into the arms of his mom and dad
(No tongue can express the emotion
The three of them then had),
"I made it through great hardship
And I only have to say:
The Lord who freely giveth
Doth also take away."
Patrick stayed in Britain,
But his heart started to burn
Not after adventure,
But for greater things he yearned.
One night his mission came to him
As he sat in meditative trance:
He was called to monastic studies,
To study with the church in France,
But something was not settled,
Nor was his conscience still,
He felt that there was some obligation
Yet to be fulfilled.
But then he knew for certain
His duty burned brightly as a flame-
He must return to his former master
And pay the ransome on his name.
Patrick wandered back to Ireland
To pay his freedom's fare
And on his journey, travelers he met
Going to and from there,
Confused with tribal teachings
And pagan rite belief;
Though this was their religion
They had but small relief.
When, at last, Patrick arrived
On his old master's land
He was met by men on horseback,
-A formidable band-
They knew, at once who Patrick was
And using undue force,
They beat and bound the runaway
And set him on a horse.
He was brought to his old master,
The men seeking a reward,
"And now it comes that you must die!"
He said, drawing his sword.
"I have come to buy my freedom!"
Patrick, from his own neck, tore
A sack of gold, his life's ransome
And threw it on the floor.
Patrick was loosed from what bonds
Of debt he felt he owed
And to his former master,
Duty and right he showed.
Patrick stayed a week or so
And before Patrick left for home,
The men could clearer see.