Patsy Fagan - Derek Ryan

I’m workin' here in Glasgow, I’ve got a dacent job

Carrying bricks and mortar and me pay is fifteen bob

I rise up in the mornin', 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 my 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 who would 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 her 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, there’s no one can deny

You’re a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy

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 auld Ireland, it’s always been my plan

To let you 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, 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