Patsy Fagan (Paddy Gearin) with lyrics and video

I'm workin' here in Glasgow, I've got a dacent job,
Carryin' bricks and mortar, and me pay is fifteen bob;
I get up in the mornin' and I get up with the lark,
And as I'm walkin' down the street, you can hear the girls remark.

"Hello, Patsy Fagan," you can hear the girls all cry,
"Hello, Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye;
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny,
You're a rarem tarem, divil may carem, dacent Irish boy"

Now when I left old Ireland 'twas many years ago,
I left my 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 know that I'm a dacent Irishman.

"Hello, Patsy Fagan," you can hear the girls all cry,
"Hello, Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye;
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny,
You're a rarem tarem, divil may carem, dacent Irish boy"

Now if there's one among you would like to marry me,
I'll take her to my little home across the Irish Sea;
And I'll dress her up in satin and I'll please her all I can,
And let the people know that I'm a dacent Irishman.

"Hello, Patsy Fagan," you can hear the girls all cry,
"Hello, Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye;
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, there's 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"

####.... T.P. (Thomas Peter) Keenan, composer [1866-1927] whose burial site is a claim to fame of the town of Castletownroche, County Cork, Ireland ....####

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