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The Cadillac by the house
And the they were within
And the they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim made his last trip
To the shores 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 telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He took out
a well-aimed clout
He was often 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 for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I always did and I will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often 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 they were within
And the they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim made his last trip
To the shores 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 telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He took out
a well-aimed clout
He was often 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 for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I always did and I will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often 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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