When the moon rises over the meadow
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And the grass is glistening with the dew
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I'll come home and find you softly sleeping
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And I'll throw up and I'll pass out next to you.
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When the moon rolls through the darkness
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And the birds have all gone up to their beds
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I'll be down at the pub with my buddies
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And I'll kick all the teeth out of their heads.
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But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
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And come ye back when winter's in the glen
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For I'll be there and softly I'll sing for you
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If the IRA hasn't kidnapped me again.
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When the Moon
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| Corky and the Juice Pigs |
