Chorus: Hello Patsy Fagan, I can hear the girls all cry Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye You're a decent boy from Ireland, that no one can deny You're a rarem, scarem, divil may carem, decent Irish boy
I'm workin' here in Glasgow, I've got a decent job Carryin' bricks and mortar, and me wage is fifteen bob I get up in the mornin', I rise up with the lark And as I'm walking down the street, I can hear the girls remark
Now sure, there's one among you, would like to marry me I'll take her to a little home, across the Irish sea I'll dress her up in satin, and please her all I can And let the people see that I'm a decent Irish man
The day that I left Ireland, t'was many years ago I left me home in Antrim, where the pigs and praties grow But since I left auld Ireland, it's always been my plan To let the people see that I'm a decent Irish man.