(Terry Woods and Spider Stacy)
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They wear green
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And they are beautiful
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And their hearts are filled with love
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They're as pure as any lily
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And as gentle as the dove
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They'll sing and cheer in harmony
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Till their throats are cracked & sore
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But there is no doubt
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You'll hear them shout
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When Jackie's heroes score
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Too-ra-loo Too-ra-loo
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And we'll follow Jack's heroes
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Whatever they do
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They'll come from Dublin
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And from Cork, from dear old Donegal,
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From London, Boston, & New York,
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From anywhere at all,
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From Parramatta to Fermoy,
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Strabane to Skibereen
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(And will) the shout go up
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When the World Cup
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Is raised on Stephens Green
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(Yes it will)
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And when we're there in Italy
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On Sardinia's sunny shore
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We'll be the boys you'll want to see
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The boys you'll all adore
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We'll play like perfect gentlemen
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To win, to lose, to draw
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For we're here to take the World Cup
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To Paddy's shamrock shore
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Jack's Heroes
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| The Pogues |
