Paddy West (Original Mix)

As I was walkin' down London road

I come to Paddy West's house

He gave me a dish of American hash

He called it Liverpool scouse

He said There's a ship and wantin' hands

And on her you greely sign

The mate's a bastard the captain's worse

But she will suit you fine

Take off yer dungaree jacket

And give yourself a rest

And we'll think on them cold nor'westerns

That we had at Paddy West's

When we had a finish

Boys the wind began to blow

He sent me a bray attic

The main-royal for to stow

But when I got a bray attic

No main-royal could I find

So I turned round to the window

And I furled the window blind

Take off yer dungaree jacket

And give yourself a rest

And we'll think on them cold nor'westers

That we had at Paddy West's

Now Paddy he pipes all hands on deck

Their stations for to man

His wife she stood in the doorway

With a bucket in her hand

And Paddy he cries Now let 'er rip

She throws the water our way

Cryin Clew in the fore t'gan'sl boys

She's takin on the spray

Take off yer dungaree jackets

And give youself a rest

And we'll think on them cold nor'westers

That we had at Paddy West's

Now seein' she's bound for the south'ard

To Frisco she was bound

Paddy he takes a length of rope

He lays it on the ground

And we all steps over

And back again

And he says to me That's fine

And when they ask were you ever at sea

You can say you crossed the line

Take off yer dungaree jackets

And give yourself a rest

And we'll think on them cold nor'westers

That we had at Paddy West's

There's only one thing for you to do

Before you sail away

Just step around the table

Where the bullock's horn do lay

And when they ask Were you ever at sea

You can say Ten times 'round the Horn

And Be Jesus but you're the sailors

From the day that you were born

Put on yer dungaree jacket

And walk out lookin' yer best

And tell 'em that you're an old sailor man

That's come from Paddy West's