| Now Packy Kildare was a kid without a care
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| His pal was Bucky McGrath
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| At the age of ten they talked like men
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| Feared by the rest of their class
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| Sister Josephine ran a clean machine
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| She was nobody’s fool
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| She’d send them down below to shovel in the coal
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| That heated all Saint Brendan’s school
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| They spilled off a spool just too cool for school
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| They called it a waste of time
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| So every other day was wasted away
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| By the river in their life of crime
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| Packy I confess you have beaten the best
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| With a story to tell all your own
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| Packy go home they’re searching for your bones
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| And your ma’s waiting up all alone
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| Yeah your ma’s waiting up all alone
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| Now the clever young man one day had a plan
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| To escape the fate he had comin'
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| Loading every grain of coal that furnace could hold
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| To keep that boiler hummin'
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| As the temperature soared to one thousand or more
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| And the pressure continued to rise
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| Our boys were miles away burning up another day
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| When the blast split the mid day sky
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| Packy I confess you have beaten the best
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| With a story to tell all your own
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| Packy go home they’re searching for your bones
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| And your ma’s waiting up all alone
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| Yeah your ma’s waiting up all alone
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| Lyrics from eLyrics.net |