WEE PATRICK.
Lyrics by Randall Stephen Hall ©
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Sung to the tune of “The Mountains of Mourne”.
* The original traditional Irish Tune is known as “Carrigdonn”.
The lyics to the Mountains of Mourne (1896), were written by Percy French,
born 1st of May 1854-1920. Percy French also worked with the composer
Dr. Houston Collison.
My name is wee Patrick
That’s me over there.
On the West Coast of Britain
I’m a Brit like me ma.
With my brothers and sisters
That’s us in our home.
My dad’s in the Tax now.
He’s a man works for Rome.
But the Romans the Romans
Are starting to leave.
The credit crunch hit around 400 A.D.
They’ve left all their villas
At Aston and Crew.
The Saxons are comin’
What are we gonna do?
Oh who are those guys now?
Yes, them over there.
They’re called the Scotti
Lookin’ rough and I swear.
They’re comin’, they’re comin’
Aw no! they’re comin’ for me!
They’ve tied me in chains
Take me over the sea.
A slave and a shepherd.
That’s what I’ve become.
I work for auld Miliuc
He’s the local number one.
The big man, the tough guy
(Here, wee lad!)
With all those tattoos
I miss my wee ma
Miss the taste of her stew.
But one day I’m out
Lookin’ after the sheep.
I’m feelin’ so cold now
I could just weep.
Then I start to hear voices.
Am I goin’ mad?
Says this is just God here
Yes, you’re one of my lads.
Don’t worry, don’t worry
I’ll look after you.
I’ve got a boat waitin’
And here is a crew.
They’ll take you to Britain
To go see yer da
Your brothers your sisters
And even your ma.
But don’t forget Ireland
For Ireland needs you.
I’ve a wee job now
And I’ve just picked you.
You have to return
To a place you will see.
Where the Mountains of Mourne
Sweep down to the sea.
Repeat verse.
end.
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