Stornoway Dream

My name is Paddy Gallagher, I work in London town
Born and raised in Stornoway, it's years since I came down
I'm here to make my fortune, and I'll work both night and day
Save all my money and go back to Stornoway

When I first came down to London, and the English heard me talk
They said now Mr. Gallagher, are you Paddy or a Jock?
You sound just like a devil, with a soul as black as tar
Kindly tell us all once more, just exactly who you are

My name is Paddy Gallagher, I work in London town
Born and raised in Stornoway, it's years since I came down

I like to go drinking when the working week is done
Where you hear Irish music, and Scottish songs are sung
I love to do the dancing, sing Grannies Heiland hame
At closing time the police always ask me what's my name

My name is Paddy Gallagher, I work in London town
Born and raised in Stornoway, it's years since I came down

The girls down here in London, cannot match Stornoway blondes
Their faces are made of plastic, and the skin hangs from their bones
But they all look good to Paddy, when he's drinking on the beer
They smile at him and ask, well who do we have here