A large intoxicated Irishman sang
Nudging his friend he slurred
Can you believe it, Anny and she’s an orphan!
Together they sang
Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll love ya tomorrow
I shook my head
No, no I hate that song
Why? It’s your song!
It isn’t, I don’t have a daddy war bucks or a cool dog
Maybe you’ll meet your daddy war bucks here!
His arms open to wide to the packed bar
Irish crowding in off the streets of Lisbon
One more cheers to the mother country
Oh, come to Dublin, you’ll meet him there
Dublin is the greatest city in all the world
Are you from Dublin?
Born and raised my dear
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