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The cadillac stood by the house |
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And the yanks they were within |
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And the tinker boys they hissed advice |
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'Hot-wire her with a pin' |
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Then we turned and shook as we had a look |
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In the room where the dead man lay |
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So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip |
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To the {shores} where his father's laid |
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Fifteen minutes later |
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We had our first taste of whiskey |
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There was uncles giving lectures |
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On ancient Irish history |
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The men all started telling jokes |
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And the women they got frisky |
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BY five o'clock in the evening - correction this line |
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starts with BY not AT |
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Every bastard there was {pisky} |
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Fare thee well going away |
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There's nothing left to say |
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Farewell to New York City boys |
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To Boston and PA |
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He took them out |
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With a well-aimed clout |
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He was often heard to say |
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I'm a free born man of the USA |
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He fought the champ in Pittsburgh |
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And he slashed him to the ground |
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He took on Tiny Tartanella |
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And it only went one round |
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He never had no time for reds |
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For drink or dice or whores |
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{But} he never threw a fight |
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When the fight was right |
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So they sent him to the war |
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Fare the well gone away |
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There's nothing left to say |
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With a slnte Joe and Erin go |
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My love's in Amerikay |
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They're calling out the rosary |
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Spanish wine from far away |
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I'm a free born man of the USA |
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This morning on the harbour |
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When I said goodbye to you |
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I remember how I swore |
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That I'd come back to you one day |
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And as the sunset came to meet |
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The evening on the hill |
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I told you I'd always love you |
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I always did, I always will |
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Fare thee well gone away |
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There's nothing left to say |
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'cept to say adieu |
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To your eyes as blue |
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As the water in the bay |
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And to big Jim Dwyer |
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The man of wire |
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Who was often heard to say |
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I'm a free born man of the USA |