Petra Creffield

Rookie - 3 Points (7th October The Summer of Love / Leeds)

Sweet Paddy Malone - Poem by Petra Creffield

In Brighton’s fair city
Where the boys are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet paddy malone
As he wheel’d his weed barrow
Thru streets broad and narrow

Crying Reefers 'n' shagging alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O
Crying Reefers 'n' shagging alive, alive O!

He was a weed farmer
But sure twas no wonder
For so were his father and brother before
They each wheeled their barrow
Thru streets broad and narrow

Crying Reefers 'n' shagging alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O
Crying Reefers 'n' shagging alive, alive O!

He gave me a fever
And no one now could save me
And that was the end of sweet paddy malone
But his ghost wheels his barrow
Through my bones and my marrow

(Quietly)
Crying Reefers 'n' shagging alive, alive O
Crying Reefers 'n' shagging alive, alive O


Comments about Sweet Paddy Malone by Petra Creffield

  • Veteran Poet - 1,327 Points Jerry Hughes (2/24/2007 12:19:00 AM)

    Question Petra, shouldn't it be shagging 'n' reefers. alive, alive O? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 8, 2010


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