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