Owd Paddy were an Irishmon,
Drove t'village wayter-cart,
Sunshine on two legs he were,
A pumpkin for a heart,
Each day to him were Christmas,
No one day were set apart,
dee dle age de doot an daddy
An'neaw Owd Paddy's dead.
Childer come from miles areawnd
To watch him cleanin' t'streets,
He allus had a tale to tell,
An' pockets full o' sweets,
His cab a Fairy Grotto
In a land where nob'dy cheats,
dee dle age de doot an daddy
An'neaw Owd Paddy's dead
He were, by strange coincidence,
Born on Christmas day,
Some say as t'Good Lord planned that,
In His own mysterious way,
But stranger still, last Yuletide gone,
Owd Paddy passed away
dee dle age de doot an daddy
Fancy, Owd Paddy dead!
He'd mow thi lawn, or trim thi hedge,
Cut hair, (his former trade),
Walk thi dog, or feed thi rabbits,
Get thi footpath laid,
No matter how folk pressed him,
Paddy saw as nob'dy paid,
dee dle age de doot an daddy
An'neaw Owd Paddy's dead
There's some as gets state funerals,
Like Presidents an' such,
As started wars, an' had folk shot,
An' lacked the human touck,
Dost want see Paddy's monument?
It's my lad's rabbit hutch!
dee dle age de doot an daddy
Fancy, Owd Paddy dead!

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