I'm workin' here in Glasgow, I've got a dacent job Carrying bricks and mortar and me pay is fifteen bob I rise up in the mornin', I get up with the lark And as I'm walkin' down the street, you can hear the girls remark Chorus: "Hello Patsy Fagan" you can hear the girls all cry "Hello Patsy Fagan, you're the apple of me eye You're a dacent boy from Ireland, there's no one can deny You're a rarem tarem, divil may carem, dacent Irish boy" Now if 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 her people see that I'm a dacent Irishman Chorus The day that I left Ireland, 'twas 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 dacent Irishman Chorus