Paddy West (feat. Louis Killen & Mick Moloney)

As I walked down Great Howard Street I came to Paddy West's house
 He gave me a feed of American hash and calls it Liverpool scouse
 He says there's a ship wanting arms, in honor you'll quickly sign
 Oh her Mate's a bastard, her bosun's worse, so she will suit you fine
 Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
 And we'll think of them cold nor'westers that we had a Paddy West's
 Oh when I finish me grog, me boys, the wind began to blow
 He sent me up to the attic, the main royal for to stow
 And when I got up to the attic, no main royal could I find
 So I turned around to the window and furled the window blind
 Take of your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
 And we'll think of them cold nor'westers that we had at Paddy West's
 For every two men that graduate, we'll give one outfit free
 For two good men on watch, at pumps I'm sure you'll never be
 Oilskins me boys, you shall not bundt, covered slippers made of felt
 I will hand out to the pair of you, with a rope yarn for a belt
 Take of your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
 And we'll think of them cold nor'westers that we had at Paddy West's
 Ol' Paddy pipes all hands on deck, their stations for to man
 His wife stood in the doorway, the bucket in her hand
 Paddy cries "Let her rip!"
 She flung the water our way
 Saying "Clew in your foret'gallant sails, she's takin' in the spray
 Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
 And we'll think of them cold nor'westers that we had at Paddy West's
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 Well seein' as we're off to Frisco, boys, to starboard we're bound
 Paddy calls for a length of rope and lays it on the ground
 We all jumped over and back again, ol' Paddy says that's fine
 Oh and if they ask if you've been to sea
 You can say you've crossed the line
 Take off your dungaree jackets and give yourselves a rest
 And we'll think of them cold nor'westers that we had at Paddy West's
 There's just one thing for you to do before we sail away
 That's walk around the table where the bullock's horns do lay
 And if they ask "Was you ever at sea?"
 You can say "Ten times 'round the horn!"
 Oh by Jesus, you're an old sailor since the day that you was born
 Put on your dungaree jacket and walk up lookin' your best
 And just tell 'em that you're an old sailorman
 That's come from Paddy West's
 Put on your dungaree jacket and walk up lookin' your best
 And just tell 'em you're an old sailorman
 That's come from Paddy West's