Away in the west far up in the hills,
Lived Seamus McFarland with all of his girls.
Then Paddy was born; the first child a boy.
Then off to Ballyconneely they moved for employ
When Paddy was still just boy.

Now Paddy grew up as legend be told
The family lost all with nothing to hold.
So Paddy took off to find work where he may
To put food on the table on a cold winter’s day.
It was the old Irish way!

Now Paddy walks in from the cold
And up to the barman stepping so bold
“I’ll stand on me head or I’ll dance up a jig
if you please Sir just give me one little swig!”

Now life was not easy as Paddy soon found.
He rarely got paid not even a pound.
So Paddy moved on from one town till next
Just beggin’ for someone to put stout on his breath.
So cold wouldn’t bring on his death.

Now Paddy walks in from the cold
And up to the barman stepping so bold.
“I’ll stand on me head or I’ll dance up a jig
Just please Sir just give me one little swig!”

So if you do wander to the Emerald Isle
And chance by a pub for a story and smile
And Paddy walks in all covered with dew
Just ask him to dance and buy him a few!
It’s the least you could do
That is if you believe that the legend is true.

When Paddy walks in from the cold
And up to the barman stepping so bold
“I’ll stand on me head or I’ll dance up a jig
If you please Sir, please just a drink, Sir!
That’s all that I need and its just what you can give,
Just one little swig!