The Longest Johns - Paddy West Lyrics

As I was walkin' down London Road
I came to Paddy West's house
He gave me a dish of American hash
And he called it Liverpool scouse
He said, "There's a ship, she's taking hands
And on her you must sign
The mate's a bastard, the captain's worse
And she will do you fine"

Take off your dungaree jackets
And give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor'westers
We had in Paddy West's

Now Paddy he pipes, "All hands on deck
There's stations for to man"
His wife, she's stood in the doorway
With a bucket in her hand
And Paddy, he cries, "Now, let 'er rip"
She throws the water our way
Crying, "Clew up your fore t'gan'sl boys
She's taking on the spray"

Take off your dungaree jackets
And give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor'westers
We had in Paddy West's

Now seeing she's off to southward
To Frisco she was bound
Now Paddy he takes out a length of rope
And he lays it on the ground
And we all steps over and back again
And he says to me, "That's fine
If they ever ask, "Were you ever at sea?"
You can say you've crossed the line"

Take off your dungaree jackets
And give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor'westers
We had in Paddy West's

"Now there's just one thing for you to do
Before you sail away
Just step around the table
Where the bullock's horns do lay
If they ever ask, "Were you ever at sea?"
You can say, "Ten times 'round the Horn"
By Jesus, you're an old sailor man
From the day that you were born"

Take off your dungaree jackets
And give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor'westers
We had in Paddy West's

Take off your dungaree jackets
And give yourselves a rest
And think of them cold nor'westers
We had in Paddy West's

Put on your dungaree jackets
And walk out looking your best
And tell 'em you're an old sailor man
That comes from Paddy West's