Maid & her barley/Paddy Whack

PADDY WHACK.

I set out from Ulster, my own country,
And with speed I arrived at Donaghadee,

I call'd for a ship but they gave me a boat,
She kick'd up her keel, and she set me afloat.

CHORUS.

With my turan (illegible text) fol de dola,
My blessing be with you, sweet Erin go Bragh.

I call’d to the captain to give me his hand.
But deil a one minute his racer would (illegible text)and
I curs’d him to stop sad to tighten her reins
Or against some ould bridge she would dash out his brains.

But there I was left on the midst of the deep,
No house for to lodge nor no bed for to sleep,
Afraid every moment to tumble down stairs,
But I kept to the top by the strength of my prayer.

I hoisted my staffs a sign of distress,
A sprig of shilelah and one of the best,
But deil a one mortal at all could I see,
It was then I lost sight of sweet Donaghadee.

But as I was ploughing and making a noise.
There came down a ship’s crew of brave British boys.
They threw out a rope unto young Paddy Whack,
And so like a large whale I play’d slap upon deck,

So there I lay sleeping and dreeping a while,
But when I got up I began for to smile,
To see London city and suburbs all round,
And they said my dear Paddy you’re welcome to town.

But, pray, Sir, said I, how do you know my name,
I am but a stranger, from Ireland I came,
And this very day I came out of the sea,
And I wash'd half over from Donaghadee.

But when I got out of that turbulent tide,
I was then bound for Paris the war to decide.
To fight against Boney with all my whole strength,
But peace was proclaim’d before I got the length.

Since peace is concluded we'll join hands and sing,
In hopes that our trade it will flourish like spring.
Let thundering cannons now cease their loud noise,
And lasses in thousands receive home their boys.

FINIS.