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I left me home in Dublin not too many years ago,
And sailed away to Eng-a-land, that's where the Paddies go;
To the capital of Warwickshire, 'tis there me quest did end,
'Tis there I had to sleep with seven others in a bed.
Hey! Roll over, Paddy, lie in a wee bit, Joe,
Ah, lift your elbow, Johnny, do not dislocate me toe;
Let go the blankets, Michael, don't strip me perished gam,
That's all you'll hear in Eng-a-land, in the digs in Birmingham.
I walked along in Birmingham till I was in a job,
A-makin' tay for navvies and me pay was fifty bob;
To find a place to rest me bones it was me other plight,
You could hear the other lads there say when tucked in their beds at night:
Hey! Roll over, Paddy, lie in a wee bit, Joe,
Ah, lift your elbow, Johnny, do not dislocate me toe;
Let go the blankets, Michael, don't strip me perished gam,
That's all you'll hear in Eng-a-land, in the digs in Birmingham.
~ Instrumental ~
I slept in a manly place e'er since I left me mammy's knee,
The prison cells and doss-houses, it was me place at sea;
But sad dreams we used to show when seven in was crammed,
To share the boards and the lodgin's in the digs in Birmingham.
Hey! Roll over, Paddy, lie in a wee bit, Joe,
Ah, lift your elbow, Johnny, do not dislocate me toe;
Let go the blankets, Michael, don't strip me perished gam,
That's all you'll hear in Eng-a-land, in the digs in Birmingham.
