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And when I have got her this feather to wear,
There's no man alive can me blame,
For she's caus'd me to walk many a cold winter night,
Before that I got her to tame,
Brave Boys, &c.
There's no man alive can me blame,
For she's caus'd me to walk many a cold winter night,
Before that I got her to tame,
Brave Boys, &c.
So here's to him that has got a good wife,
And here's to him that has none,
And cursed be he that would go to a whore,
When he's got a good wife of his own, brave boys,
When he's got a good wife of his own.
And here's to him that has none,
And cursed be he that would go to a whore,
When he's got a good wife of his own, brave boys,
When he's got a good wife of his own.
New Paddy Whack.
I set out from Ulster, my own country,
And with speed I arrived at Donaghadee;
I call'd for a ship but they gave me a boat,
She kick'd up her keel, and she sent me afloat.
And with speed I arrived at Donaghadee;
I call'd for a ship but they gave me a boat,
She kick'd up her keel, and she sent me afloat.
CHORUS.
With my turant tana, ladlee fold the dola,
My blessing be with you sweet Eringobragh.
With my turant tana, ladlee fold the dola,
My blessing be with you sweet Eringobragh.
I call’d to the Captain to give me his hand,
But de'il a one minute this racer would stand;
I curs'd him to stop and tighten her reins,
Or against some old bridge she would knock out his brains.
But de'il a one minute this racer would stand;
I curs'd him to stop and tighten her reins,
Or against some old bridge she would knock 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 pray’rs,
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 pray’rs,
