The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
We turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
And fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
yanks
women
where
water
uncles
whiskey
turned
tinker
whores
threw
there
within
telling
taste
swore
sunset
stood
started
spanish
giving
frisky
fight
bastard
lectures
clout
farewell
later
every
aimed
fifteen
pittsburgh
drink
first
remember
always
advice
adieu
ancient
boston
calling
evening
harbour
heard
irish
goodbye
shores
ground
fought
hissed
champ
history
morning
house
jokes
round
rosary
shook
cadillac
nothing
never
often
minutes
right
going
slashed
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