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Thread #11729 Message #3503485
Posted By: Lighter
14-Apr-13 - 09:38 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Paddy Will You Now
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Paddy Will You Now
Harding B 14 (92), dated to 1839. Cf. "Riley's Daughter":
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, [sic] Tow, row, row, Paddy will you now
Take me while I'm in the humour that's just 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 Kenwick,
I put my arm around her waist,
And placed my hand on her band of music,
As I was going up the stairs,
I saw this fair maid's door [l]ie open,
Says 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 herself 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 daughter's side,
And arrah blood an ound you've kilt my daughter.
Quick I leaped off the bed,
And seized the old girl by the hind quarter
Then rammed her up against 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,
Their goes the man that kiss'd my daughter. [sic]
As I was passing through 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.