The Wild Irishman

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Lyrics per Tom Kines' Arrangement

Now, there was a wild Irishman, in Dublin he did dwell.
He came across to Halifax, his story I will tell.
He went into a barbershop, all for to get a shave,
When a big ugly beast, unto Paddy he did behave!

Sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!

"Can you shave a wild Irishman, that's just come from the shod?"
The monkey looked at Pad, gave a wink and a nod.
He then picked up a lathing brush all in his hairy paw,
And he kicked up his heels, and he lathered Paddy's jaw.

Sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!

He then picked up the razor, that he prepared to use.
And at the very first clip, he cut off poor Paddy's nose!
He lathered him, and shaved him, and cut his face full sore,
Like the bullock that is nearly dead, poor Paddy he did roar!

Sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!

Then in came the barber, all tembling with fear
He heard the wild Irishman begin to curse and swear.
"What is the matter, my good man"? the barber said, said he
"Don't you see how your darned ol' father has been cutting me?

Sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!

"Oh, he is not my father, for a long time he's been dead."
Well, then he is your grandfather, his ugly, grey old head!"
He's up on the chimney-corner, and he doesn't dare come down,
Bloodhounds! Sure if I had 'em, I would crack him on the ground!

Sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!

Oh, he opend up the door, and he stumbled down the street
It was one of his comrades he chancèd for to meet.
And seeing him a-bleeding, he pitied his sad case, say:
"You blood, and you terf-man, now who has cut your face?"

Sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!

"Oh, you blood and you terf-man, you must have been so mad,
To sit there, and let him cut your cheek and face so bad!
Come into a whiskey-shop, your story for to tell,
I'll see if Irish whiskey will make your poor face well!"

Sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!

Well, come all you wild Irishmen, who want to a shave,
Never go into the monkey-shop, unless you will behave!
For monkeys they are foolish, and Irishmen are mad,
And you know as well as I do that a monk don't like a Pad!

And sing:
Fol-dol-rol do-rai-day,
Fol-dol-rol do-rai!