THE CASTLEBAR BOY

I am a boy from ould Ireland,
Where good nature and morn shines on every face;
And the pride of my father, And the girl’s own joy,
And the darlings they call me the Castlebar boy

Chorus:
For my name it is Pat,
I'm proud of that,
My country I will never deny;
I will fight for the sod
Where my forefathers trod,
Sing hurrah for the Castlebar boy.

I was born one evening, in the middle of June,
They took me into town And they christened me soon;
What name shall we call him? says Father Molloy,
Monnadowl, call him Paddy, The Castlebar boy. -Chorus

When I landed in England It was a beautiful morning,
They gave me a job at reaping the corn;
At reaping and mowing to beat me they tried, But the Omahauns,
They could not touch the Castlebar boy. -Chorus

You Englishmen, poor Paddy don't scorn,
For Paddy was not always a big Omahaun;
For his heart is in the right place, For a friend he would die;
I think I have pleased you, the best I did try.
Grant your applause to the Castlebar boy-Chorus

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 31-Jan-02.