Oh, as I was a -walkin' down London Road
I come to Paddy West's house
He gave me a feat of American hash
and he called it Liverpool Scouse
He said there's a ship
that's wantin' hands
and on her you'll quickly sign
Her mate is a bastard,
a bosun's worse,
but she will suit you fine
Take off your dungaree jackets
and give yourselves a rest
And we'll think of them cold
Nor 'westers that we
had at Paddy West
Well, when I'd had a feed,
me boys, the wind began to blow
He sent me up in the attic,
the main royal fort is down
But when I got up in the attic,
no main royal could I find
So I turned around to the window
and I fell there windy blind
Take off your dungaree jackets
and give yourselves a rest
And we'll think of them cold
Nor 'westers that we had at Paddy West
Now Paddy piped all hands on deck
Their stations for to man
His wife stood in the doorway
With the bucket in her hand
And Paddy sings out, now let her rip
And she flung the water our way
Saying, clue up your fort to Gansel,
boys, she's taking in the spray
Take off your dungaree jackets
and give yourselves a rest
And we'll think of them cold
Nor 'westers that we had at Paddy West
Now seein' we're off to the south at boys,
to Frisco we was bound, old Paddy
he called for a length of rope
and he laid it on the ground,
and we all stepped over and back again
And he says to me, that's fine
Now, when they ask if
you've been to sea
You can say you've crossed the line
Take off your dungaree jackets
And give yourselves a rest
And we'll think of them cold
Nor 'westers
That we had at Paddy West
Now, there's only one
thing for you to do
before you sail away
That's to step around the table
where the Bullocks haunt her life
And when they ask, was you ever at sea,
you can sigh ten times round the horn
And bid Jesus you're a sailor
since the day that you was born
Put on your dungaree jacket
and walk up looking your best
And tell them you're an old sailor man
that's come from Paddy West