| Well it seems when he came over
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| Things were fairly looking up
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| Played full-forward for Mountbellow
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| When they won the county cup
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| Young Barret’s gone to Boston
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| So he has to play in goal
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| The pied piper’s come to Ireland
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| And he’s living on the dole
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| You can stroll through Cong or Ballinrobe
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| You can walk the streets of Tuam
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| Thumb out as far as Headford
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| On returning pass through Shrule
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| You won’t see many young ones
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| No matter where you roam
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| The pied piper’s come to Ireland
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| And he’s living on the dole
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| The pied piper’s come to Ireland
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| And he’s living on the dole
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| Played in Spiddal with the Waterboys
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| Now he loves rock and roll
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| Now there’s just a pile of rubble
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| Where the workers used to be
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| Just a stone’s throw from the banks
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| Through which the ould Clare river flows
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| When the people hear his haunting tune
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| They pack and leave their homes
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| The fear of revolution
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| The pied piper gets the dole
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| I hear they’re raising money
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| Abroad in New York town
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| It’s not for guns or bombs this time
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| But to turn the tables round
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| One last job for the piper
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| And they’ll pay one great amount
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| To drive them all into the sea
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| That gang in Leinster House
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| Copyright: L. Moran/D.Carton |