Patsy Fagan Songtext
von Derek Ryan

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!)