Patsy Fagan Songtext
von Derek Warfield

I′m workin' here in Glasgow
I′ve got a decent job
I carry bricks and mortar and it pays me 15 bob
I rise up in the mornin', and get up with the lark
And as I'm walkin′ down the street you can hear the girls remark

"Hello Patsy Fagan" you can hear the girls all cry
"Hello Patsy Fagan, you′re the apple of me eye
You're a decent boy from Ireland, there′s no one can deny
You're a rare′m tare'm devil may care′m decent Irish boy"

Now if there's one among ya, would like to marry me
I'll take her to me little home across the Irish sea
I′ll dress her up in satin, and please her all I can
And let the people see that I′m a decent Irish man


"Hello Patsy Fagan" you can hear the girls all cry
"Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye
You′re a decent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny
You′re a rare'm tare′m devil may care'm decent Irish boy"

The day that I left Ireland was many years ago
I left me home in Antrim where the pigs and praties grow
But since I left Ireland, it's always been me plan
To let the people see that I′m a decent Irish man

"Hello Patsy Fagan" you can hear the girls all cry
"Hello Patsy Fagan, you′re the apple of me eye
You're a decent boy from Ireland, there′s no one can deny
You're a rare′m tare'm devil may care′m decent Irish boy"

I'm workin' here in Glasgow
I′ve got a decent job
I carry bricks and mortar and it pays me 15 bob
I rise up in the mornin′, and get up with the lark
And as I'm walkin′ down the street you can hear the girls remark


"Hello Patsy Fagan" you can hear the girls all cry
"Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye
You′re a decent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny
You′re a rare'm tare'm devil may care′m decent Irish boy"