The Irishman's Shanty - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE IRISHMAN'S SHANTY Sung by Mr. J. W. Florene 
Did ye's ever go into an Irishman's shanty? Och, b'ys, that's the place where the whiskey is plenty; With his pipe in his mouth there sits Paddy so free; No king in his palace is prouder than he. Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy! 
There's a three-legged stool, with a table to match, And the door of the shanty is locked wid a latch; There's a nate feather mattress all bustin' wid straw, For the want of a bedstead it lies on the floor. Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy! 
There's a snug little bureau widout paint or gilt, Made of boards that was left when the shanty was built; . There's a three-cornered mirror hangs up on the wall, But niver a face has been in it at all. Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k I Paddy's the boy! 
He has pigs in the sty, and a cow in the stable, And he feeds thim on scraps that is left from the table; They'd starve if confined, so they roam at their aise, And come into the shanty whinever they plaise. Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy! 
He has three rooms in one-kitchen, bedroom, and hall; And his chist it is three wooden pegs in the wall; Two suits of ould clothes makes his wardrobe complete, One to wear in the shanty, the same in the street. Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy! 
There is one who partakes of his sorrows and joys, Attinds to the shanty, the girls and the boys; (The brats he thinks more of than gold that's refined, But Biddy's the jewel that's set in his mind. Arrah, me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy!