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The[D] Garden of[D7] Eden has[G] vanished, they[D] say
But I[Bm] know the[A7] lie of it[D] still;
Just[D] turn
to the[D7] left at the[G] bridge of Fin[A]ea
And[D] stop when half[A7]way to Coote[D]hill.
'Tis[G] there I will find
it,
I[F#m] know sure e[Bm]nough
When[A] fortune has[E7] come to me[A] call,
Oh the[D] grass it is[D7] green around[G]
Ballyjames[A]duff
And the[D] blue sky is[A] over it[D] all.
And[G] tones that are tender and[F#m] tones that are gruff
AreA]
whispering over the sea,,,[A7]
"Come[D] back, Paddy[D7] Reilly to[G] Ballyjames[A]duff
Come[D] home, Paddy[A] Reilly,
to[D] me".
My mother once told me that when I was born
The day that I first saw the light,
I looked down the
street on that very first morn
And gave a great crow of delight.
Now most newborn babies appear in a huff,
And start
with a sorrowful squall,
But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff
And that's why I smiled on them all.
The baby's
a man, now he's toil-worn and tough
Still, whispers come over the sea,
"Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come
home, Paddy Reilly, to me.
The night that we danced by the light of the moon,
Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute,
When
Phil threw his lip over "Come Again Soon,
He's dance the foot out o' yer boot!
The day that I took long Magee by the
scruff
For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain,
Then, marchin' him straight out of Ballyjamesduff,
Assisted him into a drain.
Oh,
sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff,
Of whisperings over the sea,
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come
home, Paddy Reilly, to me.
I've loved the young women of every land,
That always came easy to me;
Just barrin'
the belles of the Black-a-moor brand
And the chocolate shapes of Feegee.
But that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff,
And
never will addle me brain,
For the bells will be ringin' in Ballyjamesduff
For me and me Rosie Kilrain!
And through
all their glamour, their gas and their guff
A whisper comes over the sea,
"Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come
home, Paddy Reilly, to me".
I've struck oil at last!
I've struck work, and I vow
I've struck some remarkable
clothes,
I've struck a policeman for sayin' that now,
I'd go back to my beautiful Rose.
The belles they may blarney,
the
boys they may bluff
But this I will always maintain,
No place in the world like Ballyjamesduff
No guril ,,,,
like Rosie Kilrain.
I've paid for my passage, the sea may be rough
But borne on each breeze there will be,
Come back,
Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".
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