| Up to mighty London came
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| An Irish man one day
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| As the streets are paved with gold
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| Thought everyone was gay,
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| Singing songs of Piccadilly,
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| Grand and Lester square,
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| 'Till patty got exited and he shouted
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| «To them there!»
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| It’s a long way, to Tipperary
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| It’s a long way, to go
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| It’s a lon way, to Tipperary
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| To the sweetest girl I know,
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| Goodbye, Piccadilly
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| Farewell Lester square,
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| It’s a long long way to Tipperary
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| But my heart’s right there
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| It’s a long way to Tipperary
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| It’s a long way, to go
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| It a long way to Tipperary
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| To the sweetest girl I know (in Tipperary)
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| So it’s goodbye Piccadilly
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| Farewell Lester square,
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| It’s a long long way to Tipperary
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| But my heart’s right there
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| Patty wrote a letter to his Irish molley’o
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| Saying «should you not receive it, write and let me know, if I make mistakes
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| In sending molley dear,» said he,
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| «Remember it’s the pen that’s bad,
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| Don’t lay the blame on me!» |