Lyrics

John Boiler was an Englishman and he went on a tramp one day
Threepence in his pocket to carry him a very long way
Sure he tramped and tramped for miles and miles but noone could he see
Til at length he came to an Irishman whose name was Paddy Magee magoo
Whose name was Paddy Magee

Good morning then says Paddy good morning then says John
Where are you going this morning I’m on the road that’s flat
Have you any money about you says the Englishman to Pat
I haven‘t a rap nor scrap says Magee
I haven’t a rap nor scrap

I have threepence says the Englishman what will we do with that
We’ll buy threepence worth of whiskey to cheer us along says Pat
Oh no no says Scottie but I’ll tell you what we’ll do
We’ll buy threepence worth of oaten meal and we’ll all have a hurly Magee magoo
We‘ll all have a hurly Magee

Oh it’s likely then says Paddy a quarter loaf we’ll buy
We’ll go down to you green haystack to sleep all hunger away
We’ll go down to you green haystack beyond yon purling stream
And the loaf will be his in the morning who dreams the biggest dream Magee
Who dreams the biggest dream

The Englishman dreamt by the morning he dreamed an awful dream
Nineteen years pulling up a turnip the largest ever was seen
And when the turnip’s pulled up by working night and day
It took then thousand horses to pull this turnip away Magee
To pull this turnip away

The Scotsman dreamt by the morning he dreamt an awful dream
Nineteen years making up a boiler the biggest ever was seen
What is your boiler made of sure it’s made from copper and tin
My boiler’s made of copper to boil your turnip in Magee
To boil your turnip in

The Irishman dreamt by the morning he dreamt an awful dream
He dreamt that he and Scottie were down by youn purling stram
He dreant that he and Scottie were there and he thought he should be off
He dreamt that he was hungry and he rose up and he ate the loaf Magee
He rose and he ate the loaf