| He was Lawless by name, Lawless by nature,
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| He was trouble right from the start.
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| Hard as nails, runnin' wild through the streets
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| He was breakin' his poor mother’s heart.
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| Nature played a trick on Lawless
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| And the humour of nature is cruel.
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| He grew up as we all had expected —
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| Into a dangerous fool.
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| He was a hard man, a man for all seasons,
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| He was always out for a fight.
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| He couldn’t hold drink but still he’d get plastered
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| In Clark’s every Saturday night,
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| Strip to the vest and challenge the best
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| Until the guards they were called to come fast,
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| And they’d lock him away for the rest of the day
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| And let him out on the Sunday for mass.
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| Oh one night he went down
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| To the Ring’s End Regatta
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| Where he met up with the (bold?) Dolly (Platts?)
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| She wasn’t exactly what you’d call beauty,
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| But she was the belle of our flats.
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| A whirlwind romance and Dolly took a (flier?)
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| With Lawless she would settle down
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| It was pure coincidence three months before
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| There was a yankee destroyer in town.
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| And the couple were blessed with one of god’s miracles
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| Before six months had elapsed
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| Dolly gave birth to a nine-pound black baby
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| And Lawless was fit to collapse
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| She swore she’d never been touched by another
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| And Lawless took her at her word,
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| And the neighbours exclaimed, 'he's the spit of his
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| Father, and the cuckoo is a wonderful bird.'
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| Oh now Lawless stays in and looks after his baby
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| While Dolly goes out for the night.
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| The old gossips all say she’s free in her ways
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| And their evil rumours ran rife.
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| When Lawless heard this he waited for Dolly
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| In the bridge where the river runs low.
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| Noone will ever know what happened next,
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| But Dolly drowned in the Dodder
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| Below.
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| Some say he’s crazy and more say he’s evil,
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| Everyone says that he’s mad.
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| Noone will defend him, he was no angel,
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| But I’ll tell you he wasn’t all bad.
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| They’ve locked him away for the rest of his natural
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| Never again will he see
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| Down the back of Ring’s End
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| There’s a lonely child playing
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| Where the Liffey flows into the sea.
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| CHRISTY’S COMMENT
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| Barney Rush was home and we organised a sing-song in
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| The brought Mick Curry who sang this
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| Song. |
| He is a great song had a great night.
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| Frank harte was there too. |