| Here we are amongst you,
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| And we’re here because we’re here
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| We’re only one year older
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| Than were this time last year A-Ah
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| Toor-A-Ah, Toor-A-Ah, Me rightful Toor-A-Ah
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| Rum da dum, for didl-ly-um on my Toor-A-Ah-A-Ah
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| The more a man has, the more a man wants
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| This, I don’t think true
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| I’ve never met a man with a naggin' wife
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| Who wished that he had two A-Ah
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| A young Colleen had a husband
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| Oh, but he was good in bed,
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| He went straight to sleep and he never snored
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| And he lay like he was dead A-Ah
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| The farmers wife had children ten
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| And she didn’t know what to do
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| While the sailors wife had children none
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| But she knew what to do
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| Instumental
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| Well, I’ve got a girl in Dublin town
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| I’ve one in Belfast too
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| But I never tell the Dublin girl
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| What the Belfast girl can do
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| Whiskey’s fine on a winter’s night
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| If you ask me what I think
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| But I like beer
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| For I think it’s more than just a breakfast drink
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| So now our story’s over
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| And our song is at an end
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| But if you buy us a pint of stouch,
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| We’ll sing it all again A-Ah
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