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The Body Of An American 
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The stood by the house
And the yanks they within
And the tinker boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the 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 taste of whiskey
was uncles giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So him to the war
Fare 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
Spanish wine far away
I'm a man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I will
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 man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks they within
And the tinker boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the 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 taste of whiskey
was uncles giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So him to the war
Fare 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
Spanish wine far away
I'm a man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I will
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 man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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