| Somebody`s under the bed
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| Whoever can it be?
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| I feel so very nervous
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| I call for Joanee
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| Joanee lights the candle
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| But there’s nobody there
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| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai
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| And out goes she
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| Skipping rope still turning
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| Children at their play
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| In and out of Clarendon Street
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| In and out to pray
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| I haven’t prayed for twenty years
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| Or sung a happy song
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| Since praying went with innocence
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| And the devil played along
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| And we all went up to the Mero
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| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man?
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| It’s only Johnny '40 coats'
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| Sure he’s a desperate man
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| Bang, bang shoots the buses
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| With his golden key
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| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai
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| And out goes she
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| Me father was a stater
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| And me mother loved a tan
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| She loved her Hafner’s sausages
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| And her soldier fancy man
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| Noel’s up in Jacob’s
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| And Mary’s on the town
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| And I joined the transport union
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| When they said my nose was brown
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| And we all went up to the Mero
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| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man
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| It’s Alfie Byrne out walking
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| Sure he’s a decent man
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| Bang, bang shoots the buses
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| With his golden key
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| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai
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| And out goes she
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| I’ve a tanner for the Mero
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| And me confo money’s hid
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| If Mary’s in the family way
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| She can blame the Cisco kid
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| I’ll be langers in the morning
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| Me longers need a patch
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| Ah, Jesus! |
| There’s lone' Martin
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| I hope he’s won the match
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| Me uncle had a wolfhound
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| That never had to pee
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| But Hairy Lemon snatched it Down on Eden quay
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| Now I have me primo
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| And me scapulars are blue
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| For helping the black babies
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| And Dolly Fossett too
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| And we all went up to the Mero
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| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man?
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| It’s Brendan Behan out walking
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| Sure he’s a ginger man
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| Bang, bang shoots the buses
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| With his golden key
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| Hey! |
| Hi! |
| Diddeleedai
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| And out goes she
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| It’s true that Dublin’s changing
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| Since the pillar was blown down
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| By the winds of violence
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| That are buggering up the town
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| We used to solve a difference
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| With a digging match and a jar
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| But now they’re all playing bang-bang
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| That’s going too bleeding far
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| And we all go up to the Mero
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| Hey there! |
| Who’s your man?
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| It’s only me guardian angel
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| Get a large one for your man
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| There’s no use bleedin` Russia
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| Sure now it’s the holy hour
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| A plenary indulgence
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| And another baby power |