Lyrics:

Pat McCarty, hale and hearty,
Living in Oregon,
Heard a lot of talk about the great New York;
He left the farm, where all was calm and landed on old Broadway,
He coaxed a little Mary Ann into a swell cafe.
The waiter brought the card and said, "what will you have," to Pat;
Then Pat looked at the prices and he said "I'll have me hat."

Pat McCarty broke the party up into smithereens
Said "your bill of fare, would give a bull scare;
I want to eat, but I repeat, I don't want to buy the place,"
And Mary Ann was sitting with blushes on her face.
She said, "I'll have a little steak, that's all I want right now;"
And Pat said, "what it costs for steaks, why I could buy a cow."

Arrah go on, I'm gonna go back to Oregon,
Arrah go on, I'm gonna go back and stay.
I could buy the horses many a bale of hay,
for all that I'd have to pay to feed a chicken on old Broadway,
Arrah go on, there's somebody back in Oregon,
Who calls me Uncle Pat, not Uncle John;
Arrah go on, go way, go wid yer go way, go wid yer go way, go on,
Arrah go on, I'm gonna go back to Oregon