| Several shady alleys I walked all around the country
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| And I tasted many sour taps in Donegal and Kerry
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| But I find myself returning to Saucy Mary’s House
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| For the finest barley cream in Ireland anywhere around.
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| For though I know she has the clap she is no ailment as far as
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| My urges go in life the way my happiness is born
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| For when I tap her on the arse her eyes glow with pleasure
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| And she gently floods my inner woe with measure after measure
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| Ooooh
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| Whatever may come and whoever may go
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| I say why don’t we drink some more?
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| Oooo
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| Whenever I come, wherever I go
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| I say why don’t we drink some more?
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| Bless my soul, I saw the rising sun in many a dirty ditch,
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| Many hitches overcame, though not more then me due
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| And never I called any ladies bitch anywhere I went
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| Though the number of the pubs I went to’re more than just a few
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| For what I looked for wasn’t fame but life as tasty as can be
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| And never I failed to drink the ale that any tap could yield
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| But I find myself returning to Saucy Mary’s House
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| For the finest barley cream in Ireland anywhere around
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| Ooooh
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| Whatever may come, whoever may go
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| I say why don’t we drink some more?
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| Oooo ooooo
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| Whenever I come, wherever I go
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| I just keep on drinking more
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| Ooooh ooooo
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| Whatever may come, whoever may go
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| I say why don’t we drink some more?
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| Oooo oooo
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| Whenever I come, wherever I go
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| I just keep on drinking more |