| There’s a place by the woods, up on the hill
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| Looking over at the liffey
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| It’s hidden away, a secret den just outside Dublin City
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| A house of sin and debauchery
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| For many a year gone by
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| Women, drinkin', gamblin' or anything you might try
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| Oh welcome to the Hellfire Club, the Hellfire Club
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| The story goes that on one night
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| A game of cards was played
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| A knock on the door and entered in
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| A man of wealth in spades
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| He stayed and played one hell of a game
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| But when one card fell loose
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| Upon bending down a player saw
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| The stranger’s feet were hooves
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| Oh welcome to the Hellfire Club, the Hellfire Club
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| The devil’s at the head of the table
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| Don’t run 'cos you wont be able
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| If you enter, you’ll never leave
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| Your soul, you’ll never retrieve
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| Another one goes that a farmer boy went to sneak a peak
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| Curiosity got a hold of him, his self control was weak
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| He was found and suddenly dragged inside and when he reappeared
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| His hair was white with the fright, he was deaf and dumb with fear
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| Oh welcome to the Hellfire Club, the Hellfire Club
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| I said, yeah welcome to the Hellfire Club, the Hellfire Club
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| Fais ce que tu voudras, they said, do what you want
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| Fais ce que tu voudras, at the Hellfire Club |