The Sorrowful Husband (Glasgow)/New Paddy Whack

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see Paddy Wack.

New Paddy Whack.

I set out from Ulster, my own country,
And with speed I arrived at Donaghadee;
I call'd for a ship but they gave me a boat,
She kick'd up her keel, and she sent me afloat.

CHORUS.
With my turant tana, ladlee fold the dola,
My blessing be with you sweet Eringobragh.

I call’d to the Captain to give me his hand,
But de'il a one minute this racer would stand;
I curs'd him to stop and tighten her reins,
Or against some old bridge she would knock out his brains.

But there I was left on the midst of the deep,
No house for to lodge, nor no bed for to sleep;
Afraid every moment to tumble down stairs
But I kept to the top by the strength of my pray’rs,

I hoist up my staff as a sign of distress,
A sprig of shelela and one of the best,
But de'il a one mortal at all could I see,
It was then I lost sight of sweet Donaghadee.

But as I was plunging and making a noise,
There came down a ship's crew of brave British boys,
They threw out a rope unto young Paddy Whack,
And so like a large whale I play'd slap upon deck.

So there I lay sleeping and weeping a while,
But when I got up I began for to smile,
To see London city and suburbs all round,
And they said, my dear Paddy, you're welcome to town.

But, pray Sir, said I, how do you know my name,
I am but a stranger, from Ireland I came;
And this very day I came out of the sea,
And I waded half over from Donaghadee.

But when I got out of that turbulent tide,
I was then bound for Paris the war to decide,
To fight against Boney with all my whole strength,
But Peace was proclaim'd ere I got the length.

Since Peace is concluded we'll join hands and sing,
In hopes that oar trade will flourish and spring:
Let thundering cannons now cease their loud noise,
And lasses, in thousads, receive home their Boys.