My great Grandpa was a king
A monarch stout and
Stand there alone
As the cops and the lawyers debate
And now
Sing homeland smile
Our sad and lonely weakness will be gone
When my grandad met with Patsy Cline
He thought he'd have
I left my home, and I picked up a gun,
Left
Well I met her up on Leeson street
Of a Tuesday
Well on the Fourth of July 1806
We set sail
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys
There’s no loot,
There’s no booze,
And it’s no fun.
(4x)
Oh, Dee
It’s still tonight under the stars,
The wind is calm, no
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork
well, as i came home on Monday night
as drunk as
I’ll take the bucket to the well, Siobhan, oh Siobhan.
For
Like a Princess stuck in a factory
There’s nothin’ here no
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