| O a comical genius was thinking one day
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| How he’d jack up his job and receive handy pay
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| He did not like begging and work was too hard
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| So he got a bright notion to join up the guard
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| Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day
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| Well he went up to Dublin, to the depot went in
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| Got a new suit of blue as bright as new pins
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| They drilt him, they drilt him, they drilt him so hard
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| The old sergeant proclaimed him a full fledged guard
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| Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day
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| He was stationed somewhere near the town of Athy
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| On the roads of the district he kept a close eye
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| The girls they admired him as all brassers do
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| Fell in love with the guard and his new suit of blue
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| Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day
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| Well the girls they would wink and they’d nod as he passed
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| O but this city guard had his eye on one lass
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| And this little colleen, she being a die-hard
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| She made it quite clear that she wanted no guard
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| Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day
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| Well one time while on duty on a cold winter’s night
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| Sure he caught her out cycling without any light
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| Where’s your light, miss? |
| Says he; |
| for an answer says she
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| It’s next to me liver, where you’ll never be
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| Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day |