Och! Paddy, is it Yerself?Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe agin to home?Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come,I heerd yerself a’ coming, and it made my dander rise,’Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice.’Twas sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom—Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum?We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this night of all,We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball,The childers wud set up till nine o’clock and past,Till they wud say they knowed that their papa was lost,An’ they hoped yer wud be sober when yer did get home,Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum?The days were glad without you, the nights were spent in revel,And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil;Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray,Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away;But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come,Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home?
Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe agin to home?Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come,I heerd yerself a’ coming, and it made my dander rise,’Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice.’Twas sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom—Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum?We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this night of all,We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball,The childers wud set up till nine o’clock and past,Till they wud say they knowed that their papa was lost,An’ they hoped yer wud be sober when yer did get home,Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum?The days were glad without you, the nights were spent in revel,And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil;Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray,Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away;But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come,Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home?
Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe agin to home?Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come,I heerd yerself a’ coming, and it made my dander rise,’Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice.’Twas sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom—Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum?We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this night of all,We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball,The childers wud set up till nine o’clock and past,Till they wud say they knowed that their papa was lost,An’ they hoped yer wud be sober when yer did get home,Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum?The days were glad without you, the nights were spent in revel,And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil;Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray,Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away;But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come,Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home?
Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe agin to home?Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come,I heerd yerself a’ coming, and it made my dander rise,’Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice.’Twas sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom—Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum?
Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe agin to home?
Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come,
I heerd yerself a’ coming, and it made my dander rise,
’Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice.
’Twas sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom—
Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum?
We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this night of all,We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball,The childers wud set up till nine o’clock and past,Till they wud say they knowed that their papa was lost,An’ they hoped yer wud be sober when yer did get home,Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum?
We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this night of all,
We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball,
The childers wud set up till nine o’clock and past,
Till they wud say they knowed that their papa was lost,
An’ they hoped yer wud be sober when yer did get home,
Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum?
The days were glad without you, the nights were spent in revel,And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil;Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray,Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away;But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come,Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home?
The days were glad without you, the nights were spent in revel,
And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil;
Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray,
Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away;
But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come,
Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home?