| Time to breakout
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| Now it’s time to go
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| Try to breakout or you’ll never know
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| So have a drink or 3 and sing with me
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| Wild rover
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| Roam 'til you’re free
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| In the days of 1916, back before the dawn of time
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| When I was just a gleam to my grandpa before
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| Well he found a little lassie
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| To whom, he took a fancy
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| And they had my mum and then they had some more
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| And he told me with a grin
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| As he took a sip of gin
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| Someday son you’ll breathe free celtic air
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| And it may not be today
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| But look now that’s o. |
| k
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| Cause someday son the soldiers will
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| All march away
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| Try to breakout now
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| It’s time to go
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| Try to breakout or you’ll never know
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| So have a drink or 3
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| And sing with me
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| Scotland, ireland and wales must be free
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| Try to breakout
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| Or you’ll never know
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| Try to breakout
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| Or you’ll never really know
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| Time to breakout
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| Or you’ll never really know
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| Time to breakout
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| Or you’ll never really
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| Never really know
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| Now every boy around the world
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| Dreams he could save the day
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| Be the hero, get the girland walk away
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| Now grandpa isn’t here today
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| And the soldiers are still there
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| But I love an irish girl who took my name
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| And we’ll raise our kids to know
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| The tales of scotland’s woes
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| And hope that someday they will
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| Breathe free air
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| And it may not be today
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| But look now that’s o. |
| k
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| Cause someday son the soldiers will
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| All march away |