| I stumbled in at 2am all drunk
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| And full of smoke
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| My wife said «i've had enough»
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| That’s it, i’m sick, get out!"
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| So i stumbled down to kelly’s pub
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| Across the edge of town
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| And i told the boys me story
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| And we had another round
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| And we’ll drink and drink and drink
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| And drink and drink and drink and
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| Fight-yeah!
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| And if i see a pretty girl
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| I’ll sleep with her tonight
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| I’ll drink and drink and drink and
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| Drink and drink and drink and fight…
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| And mary McGregor
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| Well she was a pretty whore
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| She’d always greet you with a smile
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| And never lock her door
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| But on the day she died
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| I’ll admit it sounded weak
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| For mary McGregor finally got some sleep
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| Well i once loved a girl
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| A child i’m told
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| I gave her my heart
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| And she gave me a cold
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| So now i sit standing
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| Out in the pouring rain
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| I’ll stumble back to kelly’s pub
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| And cry away me pain |