From Rex Clements, "Manavilins," 1928. Clemens says he heard his songs between 1890 and 1910. He gives no tunes.

                            PADDY WEST

Now if there's anyone standing here who wants to go to sea,
He can steer a course to Paddy West's and be served as he served me,
He gave me a feed of cracker hash, and sure it tasted fine,
He gave me a glass that made me cough and called it Spanish wine.

[CHORUS]

So just you take it easy and give yourself a rest.
And tell 'em you're a sailor that's come from Paddy West.

Says he: "You've come to the very place if you want a foreign clime,
Drink up and leave it to me, my boy, you've come in the nick of time.
There's a ship in port that's wanting hands,
                                     and on her you'll quickly sign,
Her mate's a beast, and her bosun's worse,
                                     but she'll fit you good and fine.

And when I'd had a feed, my boys, the winds began to blow,
And he sent me up to the attic the topsail for to stow;
And when I got to the attic, no topsail could I find,
So I walked across to the window and I furled the window blind.

Then Paddy piped all hands on deck, the stations to be manned,
His wife stood in the doorway, with a bucket in her hand;
Paddy sings out: "Now let her rip," and the water's flung away,
And it's "Smartly with that foresail, boys,
                                     she's taking on the spray."

And now we're off to the south'ard, boys, to 'Frisco we are bound,
And Paddy called for a piece of rope and passed it quickly round,
And I stepped across and back again, and he says to me "That's fine,"
When they ask if you've been to sea you can say
                                     you've crossed the Line.

And now the only thing to do before you sign away -
You've crossed the Line and stowed the jib and been soaked with spray,
Is to step around that table there on which there is a horn,
And you can say you've rounded it ten times since you were born.