(Chorus)
Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
Farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers, and your gang planks
And to hell with your over time
For the good ship rag-a-muffin, she's lying on the quay
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Bengal Bay
I'm on me way down to the quay, where the ship
at anchor lays
To command a gang of navies that they told me to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Bengal Bay
(Chorus)
The boss came up this morning, he says "Well
Pat you know,
If you don't get your navies out I'm afraid you'll have to go."
So I asked him for me wages and demanded all me pay
For I told him straight I'm goin' to emigrate
To the shores of Bengal Bay
(Chorus)
And when I reach the Indies I'll go and look
for gold
There's plenty there for the diggin' of or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to me trade, and a hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift
On the shores of Bengal Bay
(Chorus)
(slow)
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
(fast)
To the shores of Bengal Bay