Paddy Goes to Holyhead

There once was an old man who loved power and glory But in his long life he just had never won So he had a dream, let us call it obsession To stand in the middle, be admired by everyone He saw his one chance when rumors were spreading A dragon arrive

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There was a queen down in Amsterdam, dressed up in silk and black negligee After the tempest she is so calm, no one comes near her serenity She once had a house down in Hollywood, living her life was a fantasy Now she has cooled off her red hot blood

Halfpints of Smithwick′s and boys from Dungannon Stones from the Burren and wise men of Aran Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers A glen of a broken heart A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher Singing songs of Pete John for a musical pre

Half of my life I´ve been nearing my destination ´cause I followed the footsteps of many a mariners dreams I´ve been a ramblin´ rover but before my time it is all over Save my soul from the burnin´ wave I crossed the ocean wide without no termination

When I was younger I learned a trade I worked long hours and I was poorly paid Then I was 20 and I met my wife A working class hero I was ready for life [chorus:] The times are hard and the wages low As I went out it was time to go Run all over the l

When I was a little boy, as little as a boy could be when I was a little boy my mother always told me: Never sail around the world and never leave your luck behind Never sail around the world, stay down where you belong, boy When I was a little lad,

Build the dyke the water′s rising close the door the wind is howling And the temperature is falling wintertime has come Gather food the cupboard′s empty tho′ the rich folk all have plenty To their world there is no entry hungertime has come Light you

Sailing on deep water on a foggy summers day Leaving all behind me don′t know where I′ll make me way Lying in the shadow underneath the foremast-tree Playing shanties on my bluesharp singing songs for you and me We were loaded down with barley, we we

It′s 9 o′clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in There′s an old man sitting next to me, makin′ love to his tonic and gin He says: "Son can you play me a melody, I′m not really sure how it goes But It′s sad and it′s sweet and I knew it comp