| I didn’t start with any plan now I’m free
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| Didn’t choose any way to go it chose me
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| She’s a woman with a few regrets, but sometimes she forgets
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| The best that she can do is let it be
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| I signed up with my sergeant on the square
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| He said I’d see the world over there
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| I’ve got to keep believin' in the day our flag will rise again
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| And hope those widowed mothers even care
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| So down I go, Ballymun Road
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| I’m no good to you anyhow
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| I’ve got my wits I’ve got my tongue
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| It’s too late to turn back now
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| Down I go, Ballymun Road
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| Now you’v got yours and darlin' I’ve got mine
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| Let’s hav that one last round for old times
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| I know you’ve got someplace to go
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| And I’m shippin' out this one man show
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| And leavin' Dublin city far behind
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| So down I go, Ballymun Road
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| I’m no good to you anyhow
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| I’ve got my wits I’ve got my tongue
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| It’s too late to turn back now
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| Down I go, Ballymun Road
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| Someday I’ll build my house right where I stand
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| And I’ll live within the law if I can
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| I’ll work my field ‘til the sun goes down
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| And have a drink with the boys in town
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| It’s all that I was born to understand
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| So down I go, Ballymun Road
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| I’m no good to you anyhow
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| I’ve got my wits I’ve got my tongue
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| It’s too late to turn back now
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| Down I go, Ballymun Road |