When I walk around this town, dear I do belong here Biddies came before and worked here Built here, got killed here Tyrants put them down and jeered them, Deep down feared them Coz they know that they couldn't get away With what they had done back in Eireann yesterday
NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy
When I walk around in Brooklyn Paddies still working Woodside and the Bronx Young Biddy I know she loves me People proud and strong They won't be walked on Walked on anymore Biddy knows the score Tell the children why Irish people cry Tell them who they are And of the fight so far
NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy
Kathleen don't you cry, coz tomorrow They'll be no sorrow Things are lookin' up for Paddies At home and overseas Whether in New York, Perth or Gortahork, Brummy or Berlin Paddies gonna win Toronto, Kilburn, Sydney, Montserrat and Derry Newfoundland or the Banna Strand of Kerry Liverpool, Chicago Manchester and Glasgow We've been there and we've done that Built those places and then sat On the hills and thought of home And travelling Paddy always in roam But she's stronger nowhere young biddy Than the grand old town, of NYC
NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy, NYC Paddy