| I was scuffling' hard and drinkin' down around Lough Ree
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| Diggin' graves or buskin' made no difference to me
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| Month to month, and week to week from hand to mouth I ran
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| A million miles a minute, and a stubborn foolish man
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| Well I took a walk long Green Street to kill the morning chill
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| She was sellin' scones and brandy, a finger in the till
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| A double shot to hold me, a straightner in the wind
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| If I ever thought I knew for sure I’ll never know again
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| She was cool and she was kind
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| 'Til she made me lose my mind
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| We’ve got better days ahead
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| Many more where they came from
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| Don’t chase 'em all away my friend
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| 'Til your heart goes numb
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| It’s a long hard road they say
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| With a fiddler on the way I will swear by better days
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| Well the world is flat where I come from we got no place to hide
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| No bridge across the ocean to reach the sons that died
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| Now they say she’s livin' on the coast a baby on the way
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| The winter wolf outside the door south of Galway Bay
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| I never bought that fishin' boat my second best laid plan
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| She must have known my penance was a scam
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| She was cool, she was kind
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| ‘Til she made me lose my mind |