With a wack-fiddle-day
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Paddy gonna go on a holiday
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Leavin' on a B & I Ferry
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Tomorrow
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Ain't gonna be no sorrow
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Cos I'm leavin tomorrow
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I was alone in the wilderness
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I was alone
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Gonna rub-a-dub-dub
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In a pub in the Dub
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Bored outta my skin by Mannix Flynn
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Mannix Flynn should be the new High King
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Jar! Gimme Jar! Jar! Mighty Mighty Jar!
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Gimme Jar! Jar! Mighty Mighty Jar!
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And when Jar comes, Gonna drink more Rum
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Drink a gin listening to Mannix Flynn
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You've not seen nothing like the mighty Flynn
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Gonna take a trip
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Down to North West Tipp
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And drink my last penny, with Noel Kenny!
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Ans Scruffy and Mick and Jimmy and Brick
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Tommy Kane and Rhody Boland and where's Joe Dolan
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Get drunk to fuck in the Kiwi bar
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That was run by a man, Joe Corcoran
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Like Gerry Lynch, he's drunk in the bar!
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Jar! Gimme Jar! Mighty mighty Jar!
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And the faithful departed
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Fell in the church and farted
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And Father Philip's queer
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And Father Emmett's full of beer
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Saying: "Take her away from my eyes
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The Gartless the rock on which we shall all perish!"
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Ans the wild winds blowin'
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And the poitin's flowin'
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And I awake with a scream
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It was all a dream
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I'm still in Babylon
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in the County Hell
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And there's semtex burnin'
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Jar! Gimme Jar! Mighty Mighty Jar!
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Gimme Jar, Jar Jar Mighty Mighty Jar!
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Jar in a Dublin
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B & I Ferry
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| Shane MacGowan & The Popes |
