| It was 1993
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| When my own true love and me
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| And put the troubles from our mind
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| So it’s cause to celebrate
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| Said your oldest dearest mate
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| Said Johnny come have a drink
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| Before ya’s go and leave us all behind
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| Now I look on that good bye
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| It sends a shiver down my spine
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| It was the last words that I ever heard him speak
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| It was right out of the blue
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| And there was nothing we could do
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| Now we’re gathered round the front door
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| Smoking outside Johnny’s Wake
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| Oh here’s to You, Oh here’s to you
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| You don’t deserve what you’ve been through
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| And throats did crack and hands did shake
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| When the Parting Glass was sung at Johnny McGuire’s Wake
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| Oh It’s another rainy day
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| In every sort of way
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| So we fill ourselves with breakfast at John’s Dad’s
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| With Sausages and eggs
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| Then we sat and drank the dregs
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| Of the case of powers
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| Last night that we had
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| Then the Dubliners came on
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| And Luke Kelly sang a song
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| Of grief and loss of something we all know
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| Then we put him in the ground, and we turned the car around
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| And not one of us looked back them
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| The only town we know |