| They took old Danny Boy for a ride
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| From the arms of his bride to be
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| Threw him into the murky waters
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| By the dog biscuit factory
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| Quick dry the tears and stifle cheers
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| As he sinks just like a stone
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| Footprints set in sentimental cement
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| Now burden down his bones
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| Lest we forget
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| Here lies the Great unknown
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| My my my Delilah
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| Who’s the butcher that you harbor
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| Take the rich man to the cleaners
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| And the strong man to the barber
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| From her face down to her torso
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| Sort of gruesome only more so
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| Hooks and eyes, fingers and thumbs
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| Ladies and gentlemen here she comes
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| The Great unknown
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| Where shall we sing
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| At a wedding or a wake
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| Whose name shall we cherish
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| And for whose sake
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| Now this year’s cannon fodder
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| Tell the future general’s jokes
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| They were keeping the home fires burning
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| As we slipped out for a smoke
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| Though the VIP’s sang «Wooden Heart»
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| The band played «Hearts of Oak»
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| And here comes the day I shall perish all alone
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| Say here lies the Great unknown |