| Come and fill up you glasses with Whiskey and beer
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| And my god bless and keep every one of you here
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| May he fill your hearts with love and then
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| May you prosper in this live again and again
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| And again and again
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| And wherever you go
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| Whatever you do
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| May peace be with each of and every one you
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| And wherever you go
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| Whatever you do
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| May peace be with you your whole life through
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| Now woe to you wherever you go
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| To all of you bastards who have cheated me so
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| May you lay awake roaring in misery and woe
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| And be quickly defeated wherever you go
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| And wherever you go
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| Whatever you do
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| May you suffer the curse of god on you
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| FUCK YOU!
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| May you lose the eyes from your miserable face
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| And spend all your days here in scorn and disgrace
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| May not one of your prayers or your wishes come true
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| May you be confounded whatever you do
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| Your mother is dying up in the bed
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| You went outside put a pint in your head
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| You rattled the roof and you rattled the floor
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| 'tis the Garda come in and threw you out the door
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| You stumbled out in darkness trembling all over
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| You fell down on the roadside in the water in the clover
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| The wind began to howl like a lifeless gang of drovers
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| The vermin are a swarming all around you in the clover
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| The bones of the people who died in this ditch
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| Lay rotten beneath you and blacker then pitch
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| Down deep in the ground by the old fiery ring
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| All prisoners forever to dance and to sing
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| The wind carries the howls of the hounds on the moon
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| Closer and closer then ever before
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| Louder and louder the Closer they tread
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| Be still and the fuckers might think you are dead
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| You stumbled out in darkness trembling all over
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| You fell down on the roadside in the water in the clover
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| The wind began to howl like a lifeless gang of drovers
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| The faeries are a swarming all around you in the clover
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |