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The Body Of An American 
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The Cadillac by the house
And the yanks they within
And the tinker they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He never had no time for reds
For or or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the 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 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 how I swore
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 love you
I did and I always will
thee well
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 born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks they within
And the tinker they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He never had no time for reds
For or or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the 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 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 how I swore
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 love you
I did and I always will
thee well
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 born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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