| Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in
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| My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again
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| Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
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| And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell
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| We’ve fought scores of sailors for the suds frae a keg
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| O’er the draw of a card, or a rare glimpse of leg
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| We’ve graced Kuta’s beaches with our pallid white skin
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| Now Casey old mate, my barge has come in
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| Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in
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| My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again
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| Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
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| And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell
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| We’ve stormed foreign strands & taken our knocks
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| Held fast to our picket & lay siege to the docks
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| We’ve mourned pals & lovers too long fore their time
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| Now Casey old China, the parting is mine
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| Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in
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| My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again
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| Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
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| And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell
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| I’ve penned a few lines to my missus of years
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| If ye find where she’s staying, don’t wait for the tears
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| And I’ve left a wee sum for to see me away
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| And a pint to fond memory at the close of the day
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| Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in
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| My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again
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| Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
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| And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell |