Daniel O'Donnell - Come Back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff video free download

Daniel performs the popular Irish ballad by Percy French at the Green Glens Arena in Millstreet, County Cork on New Year's Eve 1994.

Lyrics

The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say

But I know the lie of it still;

Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea

And stop when halfway to Cootehill.

'Tis there I will find it,

I know sure enough

When fortune has come to me call,

Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff

And the blue sky is over it all.

And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff

Are whispering over the sea,

Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff

Come home, Paddy Reilly, to 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.

Encore verse

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 (sic) 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.