Its in the DT, search for [in the spike]although the lead-in, (spoken) verse is ommitted.

The crack was good in Cricklewood, and we wouldn't leave the crown
There were glasses flyin' and Biddy's cryin' and the Paddys were going to town
Oh mother dear, I'm over here, and I'm never going back
What keeps me here is the rake of beer, the women and the crack
The year was nineteen thirty eight, the air was full of lead
Hitler was heading for Poland,and Paddy for Holyhead

It actually goes well to the air of Neill Young's After the Goldrush if you get the harmonies right.

Paddy