| They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole
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| A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy'
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| Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll
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| There the party lost control & rioted ‘til Sunday
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| Toward the quay they went, spewed all o’er the pavement
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| Torched the halls o' Parliament & smashed up all the stores
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| The crusty invalids, the men, the women, the rusty lids
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| All played a game o' busty-heads & settled up old scores
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| Our Fathers never taught us nowt can fall into a fist
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| Our mothers never told us there’d be DAYS LIKE THIS!
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| Now we’re screamin' at the coppers with a belly full o piss
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| What a helluva way to celebrate yer day
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| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse
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| away
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| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one
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| summers day
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| «No bottles! |
| No blades allowed» shouted Father Hugh MacLeod
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| Who kissed his beads, blessed the crowd & rolled upboth his sleeves
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| Soon I found me on the toes o' Blackie Anderson
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| Who promised he would put me on me arse before he leaves
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| He gouged an eye, he took an ear to match the one he took the year
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| I took away his Mary dear & made her all me own
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| The right, the left, the hook, he played the fox, I played the chook
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| And I carved him like a turkey to the bone
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| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse
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| away
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| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one
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| summers day
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| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse
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| away
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| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one
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| summers day
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| Sticks, stones, broken bones, bleedin' hearts & broken homes
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| All screamin' for the preacher wi' his holy wine & wafer
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| Still the pipes o' war howled away & way before thedust had even settled
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| We were in the mornin' paper
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| By the Merc’n’tile the mob were near collapse
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| When Casey barred the door & kicked the head off all the taps
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| And we pissed away the pain of all the punches and the slaps
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| 'til the wallopers came to sweep us off the bay
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| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse
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| away
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| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one
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| summers day |