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7 I call'd for a ship but they gave me a boat, She kick'd up her keel, and she set me afloat.

With my turan fol de dola, My blessing be with you, sweet Erin go Bragh.

I call’d to the captain to give me his hand. But deil a one minute his racer would and I curs’d him to stop sad to tighten her reins Or against some ould bridge she would dash out his brains.

But there I was left on the midst of the deep, No house for to lodge nor no bed for to sleep, Afraid every moment to tumble down stairs, But I kept to the top by the strength of my prayer.

I hoisted my staffs a sign of distress, A sprig of shilelah and one of the best, But deil a one mortal at all could I see, It was then I lost sight of sweet Donaghadee.

But as I was ploughing and making a noise. There came down a ship’s crew of brave British boys. They threw out a rope unto young Paddy Whack, And so like a large whale I play’d slap upon deck,