O Patrick Rogers, you fine noble man,
May you be in good health forever.
This fine son of mirth dwells in Tory to the north
Where he has a constant supply of ships and boats
He does not wish to meanly hug this shore
But rather to venture to the harbours of Spain;
The navy, with cannon to the ready, pursue him,
But Patrick will never be captured.
Paddy and kindly Eamon Duggan
Are sailing together for France
Their vessel’s sails are unfurled
As they search for wine and brandy
And we are not surprised in the least
That Patrick should return from the sea to us bearing goods from Spain
As his son-in-law likewise trades in every nation
Dealing with the French and the Spaniards.
There is not a place of abundance or plenty in all of Europe
But they fetch from it to us in time of shortage;
And may the King of Sunday protect these bravest of men
In times of mighty gale or danger.
Corn and barley are as plentiful as turf
From the east in Gweedore to this valley;
Patrick will bring more still from County Mayo
And we shall not be doleful come the summer.
As she (the vessel) returns safely, she is a pearl to behold
As she glistens in the surrounding sunlight;
How wonderful to be at the slated mill
For it is there we shall truly drink our fill.
Hundreds are welcome to feast in the cabin
As she is moored at the quay on a summer’s morn;
To this stronghold sugar and claret will be brought to us
And a cargo of strong rum and brandy to boot.
Her hold is laden with ale most expensive;
Rum, brandy and the vintages of Spain.
Every boat in the country flocks
To buy duty free from Patrick.
O Nancy, in Tory you surpass any other for all time
And this new married life will surely agree with you,
And Catherine, spouse of good-hearted Eamon, is similar
For she is the merriest in all the place.
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