(Traditional - Arr. GBS / Benoit / Guinchard)
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Its of an Irishman I'm going to tell you
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Free from Ireland sailed away
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Where he was to he was not contended
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Made up his mind for to go away
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Early next morning the ship was sailing
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Queenstown harbour, Cobh of Cork
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Eight long days he was sailing over
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Till he landed in New York
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Up the street young Paddy wandered
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Each big building caught his eye
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Looking up at a big shop window,
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A bottle of whisky he did spy
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Into the bar young Paddy entered
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Called for a drink, without delay
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Give me a drop of that Irish Whisky,
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Four big coppers I will pay
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The landlord he jumped over the counter
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"Pay me down that bill", he said
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Paddy up with a big shillelagh
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Laid him on the floor right dead
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So the Yankees they came running
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When they heard about the row
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Trying to kill poor Irish Paddy,
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Shouting out, "Where is he now?!"
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Irishmen they followed after
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Following without delay
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Each of them with a big shillelagh,
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Made the Yankees run away
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May God's success to his Irish people
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Many's the country they have roamed
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But their courage is far bolder
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When they're far away from home
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Irish Paddy/Festival Reel/Roger's Reel
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| Great Big Sea |
