| With heavy heart and steady hand
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| I’m puttin' pen to paper father dear
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| I trust these words’ll find you
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| And pray that you can read 'em through your tears
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| It’s said a man that’s born to sing
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| Can scare away his woes
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| And banish all his anger and his pain
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| But the screamin' in my head
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| Killed the singin' in my soul
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| And I fear I’ll never recall the tune again
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| I’ve trouble with the sleepin'
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| My shadows weight impossible to bear
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| I hear my Sister weepin'
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| And callin' to me from that other where
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| The names of them I loved
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| Are carved into my skin
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| The greatest crew a fighter ever had
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| They call us gypsy bastards
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| And say it like it’s sin
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| That all our wars are merry
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| And all our songs are sad
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| Tell 'em I went out dancin', tell 'em I went to war
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| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same
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| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul
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| And second when folk forget to speak his name
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| Derry born and barely raised
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| I’d hardly bear to see the place again
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| 'Til in merrie bloody England
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| I found myself a brother to the end
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| It’s proper that you’re grievin'
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| Yer poorer for me leavin'
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| The best and fairest any given day
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| Let Matty, Marco, Luke and John
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| Bless the slab I’m lyin' on
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| Kiss me arse and send me on me way
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| Tell 'em I went out dancin', tell 'em I went to war
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| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same
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| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul
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| And second when folk forget to speak his name
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| A half a dozen monkeys
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| The Devil sent to snap me o’er his knee
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| I slapped their filthy tongues back in their skulls
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| And did it laughin' wickedly
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| Smash the right and fuck the left
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| I’ll curse 'em with my dyin' breath
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| As bent as each t’other I would say
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| The only drum I march to is me Irish bloody heart
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| Kickin' out against its brittle cage
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| Tell 'em I went out dancin', tell 'em I went to war
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| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same
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| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul
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| And second when folk forget to speak his name
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| Tell 'em I went down swingin', tell 'em I went to war
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| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same
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| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul
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| And second when folk forget to speak his name
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| To speak my name
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| To speak my name
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| To speak my name
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| To speak my name |