I saw a ship a-sailing
From old Duluth one day,
And oh! it was all laden
With coats for boys, they say!
There were top coats in the cabin,
There were storm coats in he hold,
And I saw the name Patrick
On a label green so bold!
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn —
The sheep’s in the meadow, his wool is all shorn.
Who gets the wool that come from the sheep?
You get it back in your coat to keep.
Who will make it? Why! Don’t you know?
Patrick-Duluth way up in the snow.
