Paddy Goes To Holyhead Red Rasta
Grandpa was an Irishman from Eireann´s lovely shore he came
He was fighting for the english crown and settled down in Kingston-Town
One summer´s morning he did stray near a village called Montego-Bay
He fell in love with a pretty dame and Mary-Joana was her name
Father came from Germany to sail upon the stormy sea
Mother left Jamaica´s strand to the town of Amsterdam she went
Working in a factory and he asked her would you marry me
But the sailor-lad was going away and I was born on a winter´s day
Now I´m sitting in a coffee-shop writing songs of Ragamuffin-Pop
Livin´ free in harmony come on everybody and sing with me
Do you feel the good vibrations all night long
Sing the Irish Rastafari-Ragamuffin-Song
