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I call'd for a ship but they gave me a boat,
She kick'd up her keel, and she set me afloat.
CHORUS.
My blessing be with you, sweet Erin go Bragh.
I call'd to the captain to give me his hand,
But deil a one minute his racer would stand,
I curs'd him to stop sad to tighten her reins,
Or against some ould bridge she would dash out his brains.
But there I was left on the midst of the deep,
No house for to lodge nor no bed for to sleep,
Afraid every moment to tumble down stairs,
But I kept to the top by the strength of my prayer.
I hoisted my staff as a sign of distress,
A sprig of shilelah and one of the best,
But deil a one mortal at all could I see,
It was then I lost sight of sweet Donaghadee.
But as I was ploughing and making a noise,
There came down a ship's crew of brave British boys,
They threw out a rope unto young Paddy Whack,
And so like a large whale I play'd slap upon deck,
