In a garden of Eden has vanished a saint, I know the lie of his tale,
George Tarly to the left at a bridge up in Eden, and Stockwell half-way to put in.
It's there you will find it, I know sure enough, when fortune has come way to his call.
O'er the grass it is green, around the valley it is dull, and the blue sky is over it all.
In tones there are tender and tones there are proud, still whispers come over the sea.
Come back, Paddy Riley, to Paddy Jem Doe, come home, Paddy Riley, to me.
His mother once told him that when he was born, the day that he first saw the light,
he'd look down the street on that very first morn, and give a great show of delight.
Now most new-born babies appear in the hall, and start with a sorry first quarrel,
but he knew he was born in Paddy Jem Doe, and that's why he smiled on them all.
The baby is a man now, he's tied one and tall, still whispers come over the sea.
Come back, Paddy Riley, to Paddy Jem Doe, come home, Paddy Riley, to me.
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