7 7 -8 7 -6 6 -5 -4 -5 -4 4 The Garden of Eden has vanished they say 4 -5 -5 -5 6 -5 6 -6 But I know the lie of it still -6 4 7 -8 7 -6 6 -5 -4 -5 -4 4 Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea 4 -5 -5 -5 6 -5 6 -5 And stop when halfway to Cootehill. -5 -5 -8 -8 -8 -8 -7 -8 -8 7 -6 7 -6 'Tis there I will find it I know sure enough -6 6 6 -8 -8 -7 7 When fortune has come to my call, 7 7 7 7 -8 7 -6 6 -5 -4 -5 -4 4 Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff -6 -6 -6 6 -5 6 -5 And the blue sky is over it all 6 -5 -5 -5 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -7 -8 -8 7 And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff, -6 7 -6 -6 6 6 -8 -8 -7 7 Are whispering over the sea, 7 7 -8 7 -6 6 -5 -4 -5 -4 4 Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff, 4 -5 -5 -5 6 -5 6 -6 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".