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My name is John O'Reilly, and my father worked the fields
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in the hills of ol'Kilarney, where I helped him turn the wheels
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My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
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and I used my fists for gamblin' in those wet Kilarney streets
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Well, the ship left for America, and I took pack aboard
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Said farewell to my dear Ireland, said a prayer to my dear Lord
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I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they call Hell
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I fought'em for their dollar and those guineas paid me well!
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Fare the well,fair Dover,fare thee well your seasons turn
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for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return
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the day of my return...
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Well,I fought in New York City, and I fought the Jersey shore
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My gut stayed full o' whiskey and my bed stayed full o' whores
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My right they called a cannonball, my left they called the same
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and I left 'em all there lyin' half in blood and half in shame.
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I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
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He offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
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I said it could be done,but only for another two
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He smiled at me and nodded as I tucked it in my shoe.
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Fare the well,fair Dover,fare thee well your seasons turn
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for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return
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the day of my return...
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Well they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
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and I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
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then I let lose a right that they still talk about today
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for that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way.
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They colored ev'ry dock and every port from there on the coast
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lookin for the double-crosser that had turned into a ghost
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But I was on a train my friend, and rode the other way
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I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day!
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Fare the well,fair Dover,fare thee well your seasons turn
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for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return
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the day of my return...