| Pat McCarty, hale and hearty,
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| Living in Oregon,
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| Heard a lot of talk about the great New York;
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| He left the farm, where all was calm and landed on old Broadway,
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| He coaxed a little Mary Ann into a swell cafe.
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| The waiter brought the card and said, «what will you have,"to Pat;
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| Then Pat looked at the prices and he said «I'll have me hat.»
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| Pat McCarty broke the party up into smithereens
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| Said «your bill of fare, would give a bull scare;
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| I want to eat, but I repeat, I don’t want to buy the place,»
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| And Mary Ann was sitting with blushes on her face.
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| She said, «I'll have a little steak, that’s all I want right now;»
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| And Pat said, «what it costs for steaks, why I could buy a cow.»
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| Arrah go on, I’m gonna go back to Oregon,
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| Arrah go on, I’m gonna go back and stay.
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| I could buy the horses many a bale of hay,
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| for all that I’d have to pay to feed a chicken on old Broadway,
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| Arrah go on, there’s somebody back in Oregon,
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| Who calls me Uncle Pat, not Uncle John;
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| Arrah go on, go way, go wid yer go way, go wid yer go way, go on,
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| Arrah go on, I’m gonna go back to Oregon |