Paddy West Songtext
von The Longest Johns

As I was walkin′ down London road, I came to Paddy West house
He gave me a dish of American hash
He called it Liverpool scouse
He said, "There's a ship, she′s taking hands and on her, you must sign
The mate's a bastard, the captain's worse and she will do you fine"

Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor′westers we had in Paddy West

Now Paddy he pipes, all hands on deck
There′s stations for to man
His wife, she's stood in the doorway with a bucket in her hand
And Paddy, he cries, "Now, let ′er rip!"
She throws the water our way
Crying, "Clew up your fore t'gan′sl boys, she's taking on the spray!"

Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor′westers we had in Paddy West


Now seeing she's off to southward to Frisco where she was bound
Now Paddy he takes out a length of rope and he lays it on the ground
We all steps over and back again
And he says to me, "That's fine"
"If they ask, ′Were you ever at sea?′, you can say you've crossed the line"

Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor′westers we had in Paddy West

Now there's just one thing for you to do before you sail away
Just step around the table where the bullock′s horns do lay
If they ever ask, 'Were you ever at sea?′, you can say, 'Ten times 'round the horn′
By Jesus, you′re an old sailor man from the day that you were born

Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor'westers we had in Paddy West (ay!)
Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor′westers we had in Paddy West (ay!)

Put on your dungaree jackets and walk out looking your best
And tell 'em you′re an old sailor man that comes from Paddy West