You all knew Pat Fagan, the labourer, well;
The bell just done tolling, was poor Paddy’s knell:
A more able hodsman can never be found,
St. Giles’s well known to him every inch round.
No pal that e’er cross’d him, whether little or big,
But he’d challenge the boy, and flourish his sprig;
And all with attention would eagerly fix,
When they cheered up the boy with, “Paddy, more bricks!
A little water!—more mortar!
Below, Pat, below!”