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The Cadillac by the house
And the yanks 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 men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the women they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He them out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he a fight
When the fight was right
So 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
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember 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 always you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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 man of the USA
And the yanks 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 men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the women they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He them out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he a fight
When the fight was right
So 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
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember 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 always you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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 man of the USA
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