Irish Descendants Peter Street
Oh you landsmen and you seamen come listen to my song
It's of a trick was played on me it won't detain you
long
I came from sea the other day a lass I chanced to meet
She kindly asked me to a dance, was up on Peter street
"Oh no", says I, me fair maid, though I can dance quite
well
Tonight I'm bound for Wicoloes town, 'tis where my
people dwell
You'd better come with me she said the distance is not
far
And finding her so frend-ily I jumped into her car
Well as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go
Was little did I ever think she'd pull my over-throw
Robbed my gold watch, and thirty pounds, a pack of
fags, and fled
And left me there stark naked alone upon the bed
Now when I awoke at morning it was nothing did I spy
But a woman's shirt and apron upon the bed did lie
I rubbed my hands, I tore my hair, I cried, "what shall
I do"
Ahh tonight I'm bound for Wicoloes town no more will I
see you
Just as the streets were lonesome at the hour of four
o'clock
I put on the shirt and apron, and marched down to the
dock
The crew they saw me coming these words to me did say
My dear old chap you've struck a snap since you've been
gone away
Are those the latest fasions the ladies wear on shore
Where is the shop you bought 'em at and is there
anymore
The captin on the quarter deck looked at me with a
frown
Saying, "Jack I'd buy a better suit than that for
thirty pounds"
I would sir, if I could sir, if I only got the chance
But I met a girl on Peter street and she asked me to a
dance
She danced my whole destruction, I got robbed from head
to feet
And I'll take an oath, no more I'll go, to a dance on
peter street
Oh you landsmen and you seamen a warning take by me
Be sure to choose good company when you go out on spree
Be sure to choose good company or you'll find yourself
like me
With a womans shirt and apron for to fit you out to sea