Irish Paddy / Festival Reel / Rodgers Reel – Great Big SeaBy Its of an Irishman I’m going to tell youFree from Ireland sailed awayWhere he was to he was not contendedMade up his mind for to go awayEarly next morning the ship was sailingQueenstown harbour, golden coreEight long days he was sailing overTill he landed in New YorkUp the street young Paddy wanderedEach big building caught his eyeLooking up at a big shop window,A bottle of whisky he did spyInto the bar young Paddy enteredCalled for a drink, without delayGive me a drop of that Irish Whisky,Four big coppers I will payThe landlord he jumped over the counter“Pay me down that bill”, he saidPaddy up with a big shillelaghLaid him on the floor right deadSo the Yankees they came runningWhen they heard about the rowTrying to kill poor Irish Paddy,Shouting out, “Where is he now?!”Irishmen they followed afterFollowing without delayEach of them with a big shillelagh,Made the Yankees run awayMay God’s success to his Irish peopleMany’s the country they have roamedBut their courage is far bolderWhen they’re far away from home www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20