The Castlebar Boy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE CASTLEBAR BOY. 
I am a boy from ould Ireland, What an elegant place, Where good nature and morn shines on every face; And the pride of my father, And the girl's own joy, And the darlings they call me the Castlebar boy. 
Chorus. For my name it is Pat, I am proud out of that, My country I will never deny; I will fight for the sod Where my forefathers trod, Sing hurrah for the Castlebar boy. 
I was born one evening In the middle of June, They took me to town And they christened me soon; What name shall we call him? says Father Malley. Monnadowl, call him Paddy, the Castlebar boy.-Chorus. 
When I landed in England, It was a beautiful morning, They gave me a job at reaping the corn; At reaping and mowing to beat me they tried, But the Omadhauns, They could not touch the Castlebar boy.-Chorus. 
You Englishmen, poor Paddy don't scorn, For Paddy was not always a big Omadhaun; For his heart is in the right place, For a friend he would die; I think I have pleased you, the best I did try, Grant your applause to the Castlebar boy.-Chorus.