American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 Paddy Whack
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21
PADDY WHACK.
Arrah! Paddy's my name, and a comelier lad.
Sure, never sung whack at the end of a song;
Then give me a buss, it will make my heart glad,
And I'll love and sing whack, honey, all the day long.
Chorus.
Yes, whack, my dear, whack, whack, my dear, whack,
Yes, whack, my dear, whack, all the day long,
Love and whack is the same in an Irishman's song.
Botheration, be aisy, I'm dying for love,
I can't sleep for grumbling out the old song;
I've a pain at me heart, yet that pain pleases me,
I love, dream, and cry whack all the night long.- Chorus.
In the land of Kilkenny the hisses ran after me,
Plaguing and teasing me all the day long;
And the good wives and widows were always a teasing me
To play the last stave of my good Irish song.-Chorus.