Patsy Fagan

“Hel-lo! Patsy Fagan”, You can hear the girls all cry

“Hel-lo! Patsy Fagan, You’re the apple of my eye”

You’re a dae-cent boy from Ire-land, there’s no one can de-ny”

You’re a har-em, scar-em, devil-may care-em, daecent Irish Boy”

I’m workin’ here in Glasco and I got a daecent job

I’m carryin’ bricks and mortar and me pay is fifteen bob.

I rise up in the mornin’; I get up with the lark

And when I’m walkin’ down the street, you can hear the girls remark

The day that I left Ire-land was many years a-go

I left me home in Antrim where the pratts and praties grow

But Since I’ve left ol’ Ireland it’s always been me plan

To let the people see that I’m a daecent Irish man

Now, if there’s one among you who would like to marry me

I’ll take you to my little home a-cross the Irish Sea

I’ll dress you up in satin and treat you best I can

An’ let your people see that I’m a daecent Irish man.