PATSY BRANNIGAN(His Name Is Patrick Brannigan)
Copyright, 1891, by Will H. Kennedy
Words And Music by Harry Kennedy.
My son is a great politician,
he works on the big boulevard,
They say that he soon will be alderman,
For now he's the boss of the ward.
Some day he'll be running for president,
His equal, sure, never was seen,
And if he gets into the White House chair,
He'll paint it an Emerald green.
And his name is Patrick Brannigan;
Do you know him, boys? (*Who?) Patsy Brannigan;
He's a thirty-second cousin to O'Lannigan,
They're both from the County Tyrone.
He's a reg'lar tally cooler at a christening,
Are you list'ning, boys? (*What?) at a christening,
He's a hoop-de-doodle-do, he can skip the tra, la, loo,
Do you know him, boys? (*Who?) Patsy Brannigan.
He's the pet of the girls in the neighborhood,
And when he's a-passing them by.
You'll hear them all murmur, oh! ain't he nice,
We'll meet in the sweet bye and bye.
And when he's elected as alderman,
He'll get all the boys out of jail;
There's never a judge within twenty miles
Would dare refuse Brannigan's bail.-Chorus.
After alderman then he'll be governor.
As president next he'll sashay,
He'll bring over Ireland to Sandy nook,
And anchor it outside the bay.
On the greenbacks he'll then have his photograph,
He'll have newspapers all printed green;
My own brother Dan shall be New York's mayor,
And I'm to be ould Ireland's queen.- Chorus.
* Who and what are to be spoken.