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They took old Danny Boy for a ride |
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From the arms of his bride to be |
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Threw him into the murky waters |
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By the dog biscuit factory |
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Quick dry the tears and stifle cheers |
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As he sinks just like a stone |
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Footprints set in sentimental cement |
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Now burden down his bones |
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Lest we forget |
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Here lies the Great unknown |
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My my my Delilah |
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Who's the butcher that you harbour |
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Take the rich man to the cleaners |
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And the strong man to the barber |
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From her face down to her torso |
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Sort of gruesome only more so |
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Hooks and eyes, fingers and thumbs |
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Ladies and gentlemen here she comes |
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The Great unknown |
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Where shall we sing |
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At a wedding or a wake |
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Whose name shall we cherish |
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And for whose sake |
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Now this year's cannon fodder |
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Tell the future general's jokes |
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They were keeping the home fires burning |
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As we slipped out for a smoke |
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Though the VIP's sang "Wooden Heart" |
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The band played "Hearts of Oak" |
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(Chorus) |
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And here comes the day I shall perish all alone |
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Say here lies the Great unknown |
