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by The Pogues
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The stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the 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 giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York boys
To 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 champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice 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 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!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To 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 man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the 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 giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York boys
To 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 champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice 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 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!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To 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 man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
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