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LODGINGS IN PAT M'GARADIE'S.
LODGINGS IN PAT McGARADIE'S. A Rollicking Irish Song.
Sung by Fred May. Air—" Barney McFinnegan."
Some folks know the way for to thrive,
In spite of the world's adversity— And enjoy all the good things alive,
When others are dying from scarcity. Two Paddies, I very well know,
They made of misfortune a paradise; They came from sweet Donoghaloo,
And took lodgings in Pat McGaradie's.
Chorus—Whack, fol de rol, etc
Now they spoke to a grocer hard by,
And prevailed on the man for to tick 'em; But the payment was " all in my eye,"
For the rascals intended for to trick him. So they ate as they ne'er did before,
And smacked their lips wid the rarities— Saying, " Mate and drink in the store,
And lodgings in Pat McGaradie's 1"
Whack, fol de rol, etc.
They brought in every night, to their pad, The boys just come o'er to the shearing;
Be the hokey! and that was the squad That could give the victuals a tearing !
"Fire away, lads! there's plenty o' more-Taste your lips wid the rarities;
There's mate and dhrink in the store, And lodgings in Pat McGaradie's!"
Whack, fol de rol, etc
Sure, they made knives of their fists (For there's many a rule in the navy),
And Paddy was up to the wrists, Dealiug them handfuls of gravy !