Patsy Fagan

(альбом: One Good Night - 2015)

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, you can 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, there's no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy

Now if there's one among you who would 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 her 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, there's no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy

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 auld Ireland, it's always been my plan
To let you 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, there's 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