I'm workin' here in Glasgow, I've got a dacent job,
I'm Carrying bricks and mortar and my pay is fifteen bob,
I rise up in the mornin', I get up with the lark,
And as I'm walkin' down the street, I hear the girls remark,
"Hello Patsy Fagan" you'll hear the girls all cry
"Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy"
The day that I left Ireland, 'twas many years ago
I left my home in Antrim where the pigs and praties grow
But since I left auld Ireland, it's always been my plan
To let the people see that I'm a dacent Irishman
"Hello Patsy Fagan" you can hear the girls all cry
"Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy"
Now if there's one among you who would like to marry me
I'll take her to a little home across the Irish Sea
I'll dress her up in satin and please her all I can
And let her people see that I'm a dacent Irishman
"Hello Patsy Fagan" you can hear the girls all cry
"Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye
You're a dacent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny
You're a rarem tarem divil may carem, dacent Irish boy"
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