PADDY
WILL YOU NOW.

Once I was a roving blade,
And often with girls went a cruizing,
My landlady was kind to me,
But my landlord he was always a busing,
   Tow, row, row, Paddy will you now,
Take me while I'm in the humour that's jut now

My landlord he went out one day,
And left me at his house a calling,
The girls they all come tumbling in,
Like bees that's in summer swarming.

Now there was one amongst the rest,
Her name was Eliza Keswick,
I put my arm around her wait,
And plac'd my hand on her band of music,

As I was going up the stairs,
I saw this fair maid's door lie open,
Shay I my love, tis just my trade,
To stop all doors that I find open.

Then quickly I laid her on the bed.
And gently put my right leg over,
The deuce of a word this fair maid said,
But wriggled her self till the job was over.

To my surprise I heard a noise,
Who should it be but her cross old mother,
She caught me by her daughters side,
And arrah blood nn ound you've kilt my daughter. [sic]

Quick I leaped off the bed,
And seized the old girl by the hind quarter
Then rammed her up aainst the bed,
And served her as I served the daughter.

As I was going down the stairs,
The cross old fool come tumbling after,
And at every step she took she cries,
There goes the man that kiss'd my daughter.

As I was passing through the hall,
I met the fair maid quite contented,
Says she I've lost my maidenhead,
And dearest Pat I don't repent it

As I was passing though the door,
Who should I meet but the sly old father,
With a brace of pistols in his hands,
To shoot the man who'd kiss'd his daughter.

To put an end to this gay sport,
I soused his head in a pail of water
And rammed his pistols down his throat,
And left him to cure his wife and daughter.

The boardside sheet (in full color) is available here:

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This has one extra verse than Harding B 14 (92) broadside.


Two songs on the sheet the other is "The Wild and Wicked Youth." The printer is listed as "Watts, Printer, 14, Snow Hill, Birmingham".

Thomas Watts (1838-1855)
Watts, who began, like many ballad printers, as a newsagent, served three months' imprisonment at Warwick in 1834 in default of paying a fine of £5 for selling newspapers unstamped: that is, without the statutory tax of 4d. per copy. At the time he had premises at 179 Livery Street, though he worked mainly at 14 Snow Hill (1838-55)...

According to this website: https://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/birming4.htm