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As I was walkin' down London road
I come to Paddy West's house
He gave me a dish of American hash
He called it Liverpool scouse
He said There's a ship and wantin' hands
And on her you greely sign
The mate's a bastard the captain's worse
But she will suit you fine
Take off yer dungaree jacket
And give yourself a rest
And we'll think on them cold nor'westerns
That we had at Paddy West's
When we had a finish
Boys the wind began to blow
He sent me a bray attic
The main-royal for to stow
But when I got a bray attic
No main-royal could I find
So I turned round to the window
And I furled the window blind
Take off yer dungaree jacket
And give yourself a rest
And we'll think on them cold nor'westers
That we had at Paddy West's
Now Paddy he pipes all hands on deck
Their stations for to man
His wife she stood in the doorway
With a bucket in her hand
And Paddy he cries Now let 'er rip
She throws the water our way
Cryin Clew in the fore t'gan'sl boys
She's takin on the spray
Take off yer dungaree jackets
And give youself a rest
And we'll think on them cold nor'westers
That we had at Paddy West's
Now seein' she's bound for the south'ard
To Frisco she was bound
Paddy he takes a length of rope
He lays it on the ground
And we all steps over
And back again
And he says to me That's fine
And when they ask were you ever at sea
You can say you crossed the line
Take off yer dungaree jackets
And give yourself a rest
And we'll think on them cold nor'westers
That we had at Paddy West's
There's only one thing for you to do
Before you sail away
Just step around the table
Where the bullock's horn do lay
And when they ask Were you ever at sea
You can say Ten times 'round the Horn
And Be Jesus but you're the sailors
From the day that you were born
Put on yer dungaree jacket
And walk out lookin' yer best
And tell 'em that you're an old sailor man
That's come from Paddy West's
