Paddy West |
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Lyrics:
As I was walking down London road I come to Paddy West's inn He taught me the ropes of a seafaring swob While he filled my glass with gin He said there's a ship that's waiting lad And on her you quickly sign Her mate is a black-guard her bow is worse, But she will suit you fine So put on your dungaree jacket And walk out lookin' yer best And tell 'em that your an old sailor man That's come from Paddy West Well when I had my drink my boys The wind began to blow He sent me up in the attic The main royal for to stow But when I got up in the attic No main royal could I find So I turned around to the window And I furled the window blind So put on your dungaree jacket And walk out lookin' yer best And tell 'em that your an old sailor man That's come from Paddy West Now suppose we're on the starboard boys To Frisco we'd be bound Oh Paddy he called for a length of rope And he laid it on the ground We all step over and back again And he says to me "That's fine" Now when they ask if you ever been to sea You can say you've crossed the line So put on your dungaree jacket And walk out lookin' yer best And tell 'em that your an old sailor man That's come from Paddy West Now there's a more thing for you to do Before you sail away That's to step around the table Where the bullock's horn does lay And when they ask "Were you ever at sea?" You can say "Ten times ´round the Horn" And Be Jesus you were a sailor Since the day that you was born So put on your dungaree jacket And walk out lookin' yer best And tell 'em that your an old sailor man That's come from Paddy West |
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