Paul was a scotsman,
The cold land was his home.
Down to the hem of his kilt you could find
his love for the braes of old.
Up the iciest peak
he roamed alone.
Paul liked to dance around his drink
Had a hear that yearned for a bottle, a girl, a no more.
So we found him a lass, so eager and so young.
after 10,000 shots, he forgot just who he was.
Paul took it quite hard,
when his lass did sail away with a Fenian to Rome.
He said, "I need me a watch to tell me when it's time to go
I can't keep walking on this rain for too much more."