| I was lured by the rocking horse
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| Sweets and the bualadh bos
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| Fifty wild boys to a room
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| Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon
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| Black shoes and stockings for those who say don’t
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| Blue is the colour outside
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| God made the world
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| The snake tempted Eve and she died
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| Wild Christian brothers sharpening their leathers
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| Learn it by heart, that’s the rule
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| All I remember is dreading September and school
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| And they made me for better or worse
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| The fool that I am or the wise man I’ll be
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| And they gave me their blessings or curse
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| It wasn’t their fault I was me …
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| Not the one that you see
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| The priest in confession condemns my obsession
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| With thoughts that I do not invite
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| I mumble and stutter
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| He slams down the shutter
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| Goodnight — (Good night to you too, Father)
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| Stainless as steel
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| Lord, you know how I feel
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| Someone shoot me while my soul is clear
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| I don’t think I’ll last
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| But my vow to abstain was sincere
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| Arch-confraternity men to the fight
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| Raise up your banners on high
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| Searching for grace
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| Securing my place
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| When I die
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| Oh God, he kept a very close eye on me
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| Hung round my bed in the darkness, he spied on me
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| Caught me in the long grass so often, he died on me…
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| Ballrooms of romance in Salthill or Mallow
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| I stood like John Wayne by the wall
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| Lined up like cattle, we waited to do battle and fall
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| You can’t wine and dine her in an old Morris Minor
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| So ask her before it’s too late
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| I danced on girls' toes — accepted rejection as my fate
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| Drink was my saviour, it made me much braver
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| But I couldn’t hold it too well
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| I slipped on the coach and ruined my approach as I fell |