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The Body Of An American 
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The stood by the house
And the they 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 the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his last trip
To the shores his father's laid
But fifteen later
We had our taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At 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 out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often 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 time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight 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
Spanish from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I how I swore
That I'd 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 always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
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 free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
And the they 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 the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his last trip
To the shores his father's laid
But fifteen later
We had our taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At 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 out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often 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 time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight 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
Spanish from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I how I swore
That I'd 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 always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
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 free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
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