Jock, ask and you shall receive - enjoy

HELLO PATSY FAGAN

Well, I'm working here in Glasgow and I've got a dacent job,
Carrying bricks and mortar, and me pay is fifteen bob.
I wake up in the morning; I rise up with the lark;
And as I'm walking down the street, you can hear the girls remark:

CHORUS: "Well, 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 and there's no one can deny
You're a harum-scarum, devil-may-carum dacent Irish boy.

The day that I left Ireland, 'twas many years ago.
I left my home in Antrim where the pigs and praties grow;
But since I left old Ireland, I'll do the best I can
To let the people see that I'm a dacent Irishman. CHORUS

So if there's one among you would like to marry me,
I'll take you to my little home across the Irish Sea.
I'll dress you up in satin and do the best I can
To let the people see that I'm a dacent Irishman. CHORUS.