The patron saint of holidays

I’ve shivered in the snow and ice in Vilnius,
I’ve braved the traffic madness of Trieste,
I’ve flown without much hassle
To the walls of Edinburg castle
And Pula left me very much impressed.

I’ve strolled the Jewish quarter in Girona,
In Wroclaw I have dined on wild boar.
In Frankfurt I’ve drunk beer
In the Christmas market cheer
And ambled by the clear Slovenian shore.

Oh I’ve seen so many wondrous sights ‘cross Europe,
Tripping like a trav’ler here and there.
And it will make people weep
To learn I’ve done it on the cheap,
Oh God bless all the folks in Ryanair.