DIGS IN BIRMINGHAM

I left me home in Dublin not too many years ago,
And sailed away to Eng-a-land, that's where the Patties go;
To the capital of Warwickshire, 'tis there me quest did end,
'Tis there I had to sleep with seven others in a bed.

Roll over, Paddy, lie in a wee bit, Joe,
And lift your elbow, Johnny, do not dislocate me toe;
Let go the blanket, Michael, don't let me carriage jam,
That's all you'll hear in Eng-a-land, in the digs in Birmingham.

I walked along in Birmingham till I was in a job,
I'm making pay from navvies and me pay was fifty bob;
To find a place to rest me bones it was me other plight,,
You'll fear the other lads your stay when tucked in a bed at night.

Roll over, Paddy, lie in a wee bit, Joe,
And lift your elbow, Johnny, do not dislocate me toe;
Let go the blanket, Michael, don't let me carriage jam,
That's all you'll hear in Eng-a-land, in the digs in Birmingham.

~ Instrumental ~

I slept in a manly place e'er since I left me mammie's knee,
Some place themselves, and God now says it was me place at sea;
But sadly we used to shove when seven in was crammed,
To share the boards and the lodgings in the digs in Birmingham.

Roll over, Paddy, lie in a wee bit, Joe,
And lift your elbow, Johnny, do not dislocate me toe;
Let go the blanket, Michael, don't let me carriage jam,
That's all you'll hear in Eng-a-land, in the digs in Birmingham.

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