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The Body Of An American 
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The stood 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 trip
To the shores his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny 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
the fight was right
So 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 free man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd to you one day
And as the to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
Fare 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 often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free 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 trip
To the shores his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny 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
the fight was right
So 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 free man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd to you one day
And as the to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
Fare 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 often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
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