American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 The Cunard Dock
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 12
THE CUNARD DOCK
Sung by Miss St. George Hussey.
Behold in me a poor ould Irishman.
Be happy more I never can,
Through loving one Nancy Ann McGee,
And now my folly I can plainly see.
She fancied a boy from Mullingar,
On the canal he was a bould Jack tar;
He smelt of nasty pitch and wax,
And he always was hitching up his slacks.
Spoken-I imagined she was mashed and smashed, and crashed
on me. Just as I was laving Dublin to swim to America with her
on my back, I found-
. She sailed away from Cunard dock,
And the ship went wallop on a great big rock,
And ever since that dreadful shock
She's never been back to Patsy.
She always swore she'd be true to me,
And she called me her darling Patsy;
But she gave me the shake and stole my cash,
And then skipped off with her other mash.
I ate raw onions to make me cry,
And drank whisky, for I was dry;
One day at the paper I did glance,
And I read she was wrecked near Hoboken, France.
Spoken-I felt sorry for Nancy Jane. But, says I to myself,
she's in the say making a free lunch for the fishes, so I'll fish for
somebody else. I wasn't long in getting a substitute. But I always sigh when I think of the day-Chorus.
Nancy Jane, for whom I did weep and wail,
Soon was swallowed by a great big whale;
She lived six months inside his chest,
And then the monster felt oppressed.
He had taken too much Irish stew,
So he opened his mouth and out she was threw:
From land she was a thousand miles or more.
But she didn't give up 'till she swam to shore.
Spoken-I met her about a month after she'd left her private
residence inside the whale. She says: "Patsy, my boy, I take it
all back. You and I are two ever since the day "-Chorus.