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The by the house
And the yanks were within
And the tinker boys they hissed 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 fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard 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 to say
I'm a born 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 went one round
He had no time for reds
For or 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' left to say
With a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
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 heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks were within
And the tinker boys they hissed 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 fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard 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 to say
I'm a born 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 went one round
He had no time for reds
For or 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' left to say
With a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
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 heard to say
I'm a free 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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