| My father swore I must give o’er
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| The rambling I done
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| But shoveling coal beside him and Noel
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| Ain’t my idea of fun
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| FOR I WAS BORN TO MAKE THE RAFTERS ROAR
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| WHERE THE BEER AND WHISKEY FLOW FOREVERMORE
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| Where the pipers blow and the glasses flow
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| I’ll dance across the floor
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| And drink until I’ve had my fill
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| And cannot drink no more
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| FOR I WAS BORN TO MAKE THE RAFTERS ROAR
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| WHERE THE BEER AND WHISKEY FLOW FOREVERMORE
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| Oh the day is fine for sharing wine
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| Down on the bedroom floor
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| To have my way the whole damn day
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| With you my love once more
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| For the cock will crow and I will go
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| To the girl I do adore
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| With lighting in my blood again
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| And whiskey by the score
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| FOR I WAS BORN TO MAKE THE RAFTERS ROAR
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| WHERE THE BEER AND WHISKEY FLOW FOREVERMORE
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| OH I WAS BORN TO MAKE THE RAFTERS ROAR
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| WHERE THE BEER AND WHISKEY FLOW FOREVERMORE |