Christy Moore - Hey Paddy lyrics
[Christy Moore - Hey Paddy lyrics]
From Rotherhithe in London to
Bethnal by the Green
Paddy worked the buildings with
The pick and shovel squad
Friday nights he'd always end up
Drinking with the lads
The craic was mighty with the
Navvies from the sod
There's a hooley on for Jimmy
He's the gofor on the site
They lifted him for sleeping rough
They gave him forty days and nights
He's out again and crouching beside
'got ye's' fire for heat
Drinking billy after billy can
Of charcoal tea hey! Paddy
Hey! Paddy where have you been Paddy
Hey! Paddy where have you been (hi ho)
Hey! Paddy guess what we're
Taking you in Paddy
Hey! Paddy where have you been (hi ho)
Fol de doll de dairy do
Jimmy sang the rebel songs
Paddy sang them too till the Rasta man from
Trinidad whispered them the news
Listen to me my good friend
This warning take from me
The cops are lifting Paddy
Bastards from across the irish Sea
Sitting in a cafй down the Kings cross road
Drinking cappuccinos on a bellyful of beer
His head was only lifting he
Had twenty minutes left
For another cup of coffee
And another cigarette
Lousy Monday morning on the tube
Paddy read the rag
They were looking for a photo fit
He was the one they lagged
The coppers lifted him and took
His photo for the files
And they kicked him in the
Bollix just to make him smile
Bethnal by the Green
Paddy worked the buildings with
The pick and shovel squad
Friday nights he'd always end up
Drinking with the lads
The craic was mighty with the
Navvies from the sod
There's a hooley on for Jimmy
He's the gofor on the site
They lifted him for sleeping rough
They gave him forty days and nights
He's out again and crouching beside
'got ye's' fire for heat
Drinking billy after billy can
Of charcoal tea hey! Paddy
Hey! Paddy where have you been Paddy
Hey! Paddy where have you been (hi ho)
Hey! Paddy guess what we're
Taking you in Paddy
Hey! Paddy where have you been (hi ho)
Fol de doll de dairy do
Jimmy sang the rebel songs
Paddy sang them too till the Rasta man from
Trinidad whispered them the news
Listen to me my good friend
This warning take from me
The cops are lifting Paddy
Bastards from across the irish Sea
Sitting in a cafй down the Kings cross road
Drinking cappuccinos on a bellyful of beer
His head was only lifting he
Had twenty minutes left
For another cup of coffee
And another cigarette
Lousy Monday morning on the tube
Paddy read the rag
They were looking for a photo fit
He was the one they lagged
The coppers lifted him and took
His photo for the files
And they kicked him in the
Bollix just to make him smile