THE TRAVELLING CANDYMAN

When I sailed over from Belfast, the work was very slack.
And when I landed in Glasgow I was wishing that I were back.
I searched for work, but no work could I find, so I hit on another plan.
I came to the conclusion I should be a candyman.

For I take in old iron, take in old bones and rags,
And all other different kinds of stuff, and I put them in separate bags.
I've travelled this country o'er and o'er, and I'm known to everyone.
My name is Pat O'Flannagan, I'm a travelling candyman.

A woman came up the other day and said she had lost her frock.
Said she, "My good man, come tumble it out, for I know it is in your stock."
Said I, "My good woman, your frock is not here, no more of your lip I will stand."
Bedad, she up with her ugly fist, and nailed the candyman.

For I take in old iron, take in old bones and rags,
And all other different kinds of stuff, and I put them in separate bags.
I've travelled this country o'er and o'er, and I'm known to everyone.
My name is Pat O'Flanagan, I'm a travelling candyman.