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

"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

"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"

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

"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"