American Old Time Song Lyrics: 03 The Irishmans Shanty

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 3

THE IRISHMAN'S SHANTY
Sung by Mr. J. W. Florene

Did ye's ever go into an Irishman's shanty?
Och, b'ys, that's the place where the whiskey is plenty;
With his pipe in his mouth there sits Paddy so free;
No king in his palace is prouder than he.
Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy!

There's a three-legged stool, with a table to match,
And the door of the shanty is locked wid a latch;
There's a nate feather mattress all bustin' wid straw,
For the want of a bedstead it lies on the floor.
Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy!

There's a snug little bureau widout paint or gilt,
Made of boards that was left when the shanty was built;
. There's a three-cornered mirror hangs up on the wall,
But niver a face has been in it at all.
Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k I Paddy's the boy!

He has pigs in the sty, and a cow in the stable,
And he feeds thim on scraps that is left from the table;
They'd starve if confined, so they roam at their aise,
And come into the shanty whinever they plaise.
Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy!

He has three rooms in one-kitchen, bedroom, and hall;
And his chist it is three wooden pegs in the wall;
Two suits of ould clothes makes his wardrobe complete,
One to wear in the shanty, the same in the street.
Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy!

There is one who partakes of his sorrows and joys,
Attinds to the shanty, the girls and the boys;
(The brats he thinks more of than gold that's refined,
But Biddy's the jewel that's set in his mind.
Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy!