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The Cadillac by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
was uncles lectures
On 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 City boys
To and PA
He out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent 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 from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said 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 always 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 as blue
As the in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
was uncles lectures
On 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 City boys
To and PA
He out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent 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 from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said 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 always 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 as blue
As the in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
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