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