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The Body Of An American 
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The Cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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