Its of an Irishman I'm going to tell you

Free from Ireland sailed away

Where he was to he was not contended

Made up his mind for to go away



Early next morning the ship was sailing

Queenstown harbour, golden core

Eight long days he was sailing over

Till he landed in New York



Up the street young Paddy wandered

Each big building caught his eye

Looking up at a big shop window,

A bottle of whisky he did spy



Into the bar young Paddy entered

Called for a drink, without delay

Give me a drop of that Irish Whisky,

Four big coppers I will pay



The landlord he jumped over the counter

"Pay me down that bill", he said

Paddy up with a big shillelagh

Laid him on the floor right dead



So the Yankees they came running

When they heard about the row

Trying to kill poor Irish Paddy,

Shouting out, "Where is he now?!"



Irishmen they followed after

Following without delay

Each of them with a big shillelagh,

Made the Yankees run away



May God's success to his Irish people

Many's the country they have roamed

But their courage is far bolder

When they're far away from home