I'm a Decent Boy from Ireland
1. I'm a decent boy from Ireland, I've claimed it
2. “Be kind to your old parents when their locks are
as my home. Quite sorry for to tell you, boys, I was
turning gray, Remember, boys, in childhood they have
forced from it to roam. Brought up by honest parents,
nursed you many's the day. They have treated you with kindness,
who loved their Paddy dear, And often
with many and many's the smile. You'll never
by the fireside they would whisper in my ear:
know their value till they lay beneath the soil.”
3 At first I did not notice that I had led a desperate life,
And a couple of years after, I got myself a wife.
But Fortune proved unknown; Death came to my cabin door
And stole away my bonny bride—I was forced to roam once more.
4 Kind friends, don't be offended; I would like to please you all.
If ever I pass this dear old town I will make another call.
We will sing the same songs over as we did in days of yore.
Be kind to your old parents, although they're old and poor.
2. “Be kind to your old parents when their locks are
as my home. Quite sorry for to tell you, boys, I was
turning gray, Remember, boys, in childhood they have
forced from it to roam. Brought up by honest parents,
nursed you many's the day. They have treated you with kindness,
who loved their Paddy dear, And often
with many and many's the smile. You'll never
by the fireside they would whisper in my ear:
know their value till they lay beneath the soil.”
3 At first I did not notice that I had led a desperate life,
And a couple of years after, I got myself a wife.
But Fortune proved unknown; Death came to my cabin door
And stole away my bonny bride—I was forced to roam once more.
4 Kind friends, don't be offended; I would like to please you all.
If ever I pass this dear old town I will make another call.
We will sing the same songs over as we did in days of yore.
Be kind to your old parents, although they're old and poor.
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