Declán of Ardmore (Irish: Declán mac Eircc, Latin: Declanus, died 5th century), also called Déclán or Declan, was an early Irish saint of the Déisi Muman, who was remembered for having converted the Déisi in the late 5th century and for having founded the monastery of Ardmore (Ard Mór) in what is now Co. Waterford. The principal source for his life and cult is a Latin Life of the 12th century. Like Ailbe of Emly, Ciarán of Saigir and Abbán of Moyarney, Declán is presented as a Munster saint who preceded Saint Patrick in bringing Christianity to Ireland. He was regarded as a patron saint of the Déisi of East Munster.
The main source for Declán's life and cult is a Latin Life or vita, which however, survives only in a redaction of the late 12th century. It is witnessed by two manuscript texts which Charles Plummer has shown to derive from the same original: (1) Dublin, TCD, MS E.3.11 (dubbed T by Plummer), f. 66b-71d; and (2) a somewhat more damaged version in Dublin, Primate Marsh's Library, MS V.3.4 (Plummer's M), f. 101 ff. These two manuscripts are also collectively known as the Dublin Collection (or the Codex Kilkenniensis, though the name is also used to refer to the Primate Marsh's Library manuscript only). In its received form, the Life leans heavily on the Life of St Ailbe of Emly in the Codex Salmanticensis, but earlier materials may have been incorporated. The introductory chapters draw on early Irish sagas, notably the origin legend of Déisi related in the Expulsion of the Déisi and the story of Lugaid Riab nDerg in Aided Meidbe and Medb's Three Husbands. Declán is emphatically designated as a bishop of the Déisi, which appears to echo the monastery's political ambitions in the 12th century, when the Irish Church was reformed into a diocesan system following the Synod of Rathbreasail and Synod of Kells. Ardmore aspired to the status of episcopal see in the new diocese, but the privilege went instead to Lismore, founded by St Mochuda.
VERSE ONE:
[A]Blowing through my [B]losing streak
[E]Bought the farm on a [A]dead-end street
[A]Nothing ever [B]grows under your [E]sun
[A]Filling voids with [B]emptiness
[E]Driving past your [A]old address
[A]Loneliness: [B]two has turned to [E]one
CHORUS I:
[F#m] They welcome you with [B]broken arms
[E]Tell you they don't [A]mean no harm
[A] Do they mean [B]anything at [E]all?
VERSE TWO:
Feeling crowded by my company
You can't hate but parts of me
I know there's a new myth on your floor
Staying up in 409
The days are yours, the nights are mine
Burned out everything except your door
CHORUS II:
It's like breaking out of broken homes
They tell you they don't eat their own
Searching for one thing to call my own
To call my own
repeat INTRO
VERSE THREE:
There's a gold mine in the local scene
Get nine lives, need thirteen
Paid the price, landed on all fours
CHORUS III:
You used to mean the world to me
Scared to death of what that means
So it don't mean nothing at all
I welcomed you with broken arms
You know I don't mean no harm
Do I mean anything at all?
repeat INTRO [x2]
CHORUS IV:
They all come from broken homes
Tell you they don't eat their own
Searching for one thing to call my own