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I just arrived from Dublin, in Ireland I came,
If you want to know my name, Pat Murphy is my name;
The reason why I'm here tonight is to tell you of a spree,
It happened with a chap called Matt and another chap that's me.
Oh, Dan and his girl got married, all for love you know,
And so and so, all the boys from down below,
Assembled to the spree.
They had cakes and wine, Irish spuds and ginger duds,
Ham and jam, and ginger beer and tea;
Here we are, boys, here we are again,
Here we are again, here we are again,
Here we are, boys, here we are again,
Irishmen are we.
Oh, the girls were dressed in mus-i-lin and the b'ys in corduroy,
There was dandy Pat with a big felt hat that he bought from Pat Molloy;
And Teddy Webb with a wooden leg, a-limpin' on a stick,
Leatherhead, Featherhead, Sammy, Sean, and Dick.
Oh, they were not melancholy, ah but jolly, oh so jolly,
Oh, Billy, Dave and Dolly, all assembled to the spree.
They had cakes and wine, Irish spuds and ginger duds,
Ham and jam, and ginger beer and tea;
Here we are, boys, here we are again,
Here we are again, here we are again,
Here we are, boys, here we are again,
Irishmen are we.
Jim Doolin asked Pat Crogan's wife if she'd dance the quadruped,
She smiled and said she was afraid the punch got in her head;
Jim Doolin's sweetheart then got vexed and struck Pat Crogan's wife,
Sure Crogan swore that he would not go till he had Matt Doolin's life.
So they kicked up a devil of a row, just then a row, just then a row;
Kicked up a devil of a row just then,
Bold Irishmen were we.
They had cakes and wine, Irish spuds and ginger duds,
Ham and jam, and ginger beer and tea;
Here we are, boys, here we are again,
Here we are again, here we are again,
Here we are, boys, here we are again,
Irishmen are we.
Collected in 1951 from Cyril O'Brien of Trepassey, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
