| I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
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| Across the Irish Sea,
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| I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
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| It’s the only thing for me.
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| I’ve tried walking sideways,
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| And walking to the front,
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| But people just look at me,
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| And say it’s a publicity stunt.
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| I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
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| To prove that I love you.
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| An imigrantal lad, loved an Irish colleen
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| From Dublin Galway Bay.
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| He longed for her arms,
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| But she spurned his charms,
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| And sailed o’er the foam away
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| She left the lad by himself, on his own
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| All alone, a-sorrowing
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| And sadly he dreamed, or at least that’s the
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| way it seemed, buddy,
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| That an angel choir for him,
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| an angel choir did sing.
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| I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
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| Across the Irish Sea.
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| I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
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| It’s the finest thing for me.
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| And so I’ve tried walking sideways,
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| And walking to the front.
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| But people just laughed, and said,
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| «It's a publicity stunt».
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| So I’m walking backwards for Christmas
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| To prove that I love you. |