Patsy Fagan
I'm working here in Glasgow, I've got a dacent job
Carrying bricks and mortar, and me pay is fifteen bob
I rise up in the morning, I get up with the lark
And as I'm walking down the street, I hear the girls remark
"Hello Patsy Fagan", you can hear the girls all cry
Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of my eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, that no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy
Now if there's one among you who'd like to marry me
I'll take her to a little home across the Irish Sea
I'll dress her up in satin, and I'll please her all I can
And let the people see that I'm a dacent Irishman
"Hello Patsy Fagan", you can hear the girls all cry
Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of my eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, that no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy (hey!)
The day that I left Ireland, 'twas many years ago
I left me home in Antrim where the pigs and praties grow
But since I left old Ireland, it's always been my plan
To let the people see that I'm a dacent Irishman
"Hello Patsy Fagan", you can hear the girls all cry
Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of my eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, that no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy (hey!)
Carrying bricks and mortar, and me pay is fifteen bob
I rise up in the morning, I get up with the lark
And as I'm walking down the street, I hear the girls remark
"Hello Patsy Fagan", you can hear the girls all cry
Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of my eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, that no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy
Now if there's one among you who'd like to marry me
I'll take her to a little home across the Irish Sea
I'll dress her up in satin, and I'll please her all I can
And let the people see that I'm a dacent Irishman
"Hello Patsy Fagan", you can hear the girls all cry
Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of my eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, that no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy (hey!)
The day that I left Ireland, 'twas many years ago
I left me home in Antrim where the pigs and praties grow
But since I left old Ireland, it's always been my plan
To let the people see that I'm a dacent Irishman
"Hello Patsy Fagan", you can hear the girls all cry
Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of my eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, that no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy (hey!)
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Writer(s): Thomas Keenen
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