| The cadillac stood by the house
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| And the yanks they were within
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| And the tinker boys they hissed advice
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| 'hot-wire her with a pin'
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| We turned and shook as we had a look
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| In the room where the dead men lay
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| So big jim dwyer made his last trip
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| To the home where his father’s laid
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| Fifteen minutes later
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| We had our first taste of whiskey
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| There was uncles giving lectures
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| On ancient irish history
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| The men all started telling jokes
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| And the women they got frisky
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| By five o’clock in the evening — correction this line
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| Starts with by not at Every bastard there was piskey
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| Fare thee well going away
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Farewell to new york city boys
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| To boston and pa He took them out
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| With a well-aimed clout
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| He was often heard to say
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| I’m a free born man of the usa
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| He fought the champ in pittsburgh
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| And he slashed him to the ground
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| He took on tiny tartanella
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| And it only went one round
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| He never had no time for reds
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| For drink or dice or whores
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| And he never threw a fight
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| Unless the fight was right
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| So they sent him to the war
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| Fare the well gone away
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| With a slainte joe and erin go My love’s in amerikay
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| The calling of the rosary
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| Spanish winde from far away
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| I’m a free born man of the usa
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| This morning on the harbour
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| When i said goodbye to you
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| I remember how i swore
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| That i’d come back to you one day
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| And as the sunset came to meet
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| The evening on the hill
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| I told you i’d always love
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| I always did and i always will
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| Fare thee well gone away
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| 'cept to say adieu
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| To your eyes as blue
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| As the water in the bay
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| And to big jim dwyer
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| The man of wire
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| Who was often heard to say
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| I’m a free born man of the usa |