Paddy West The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
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As I was a walkin' down London Road
I come to Paddy West's house
He gave me a feed of American hash;
And He called it Liverpool scouse
He said "There's a ship that's a wantin' hands
And on her you'll quickly sign
The mate is a tyrant, the bosun's worse
But she will suit you fine"
Put on yer dungaree jacket
And walk up lookin' your best
And tell them that your a poor sailor lad
That came from Paddy West
Now when we had a feed me boys
The wind began to blow
He sent me in the attic
The main-royal for to stow
But when I got up in the attic
No main-royal could I find
So I turned around to the window
And I pulled the window blind
Put on yer dungaree jacket
And walk up lookin' your best
And tell them that your a poor sailor lad
That came from Paddy West
I come to Paddy West's house
He gave me a feed of American hash;
And He called it Liverpool scouse
He said "There's a ship that's a wantin' hands
And on her you'll quickly sign
The mate is a tyrant, the bosun's worse
But she will suit you fine"
Put on yer dungaree jacket
And walk up lookin' your best
And tell them that your a poor sailor lad
That came from Paddy West
Now when we had a feed me boys
The wind began to blow
He sent me in the attic
The main-royal for to stow
But when I got up in the attic
No main-royal could I find
So I turned around to the window
And I pulled the window blind
Put on yer dungaree jacket
And walk up lookin' your best
And tell them that your a poor sailor lad
That came from Paddy West
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