| I prayed for you when I climbed the reek
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| Me feet in bits, no boots or laces
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| I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock
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| I prayed for you at the Galway races
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| Chicer makes, but not to worry
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| Always a word for the nuns and priests
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| Here, shake the hand that shook the hand
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| Of the holy woman from the east
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| And I want a G from Pat Mc Gee
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| Sound sham, sound as a bell
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| Thunder, you’re wide yourself
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| Sound Sham sound as a bell
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| Thunder, you’re wide yourself
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| All dressed up and comb the thatcher
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| The gimp and grace of an honest thief
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| You wheeze chice and leave it with me
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| Packets sham that you’re corn beef
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| Pipe the gomey on the laygeft hammer
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| The dust in his juke is burning a hole
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| Step right up sir, find the lady
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| Nothing less than a score a go
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| And I want a G from Pat McGee
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| Biros, biros, bingo, biros
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| Lighters, lighters, four for a pound
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| Recent photos of Saint Patrick
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| Virgin burger and a garlic shroud
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| Deck chairs, deck chairs, rakes of deck chairs
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| For when the pope mobile comes round
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| We’re on a beano!
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| Tom sham, sound sham sound
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| Tom sham, sound sham sound
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| I prayed for you…
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| Who’s his jills with the valentine slider
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| Sling him a lush he’s a miller to go
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| Plank the monkey, you can kiss my relic
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| Button your clawber, your a holy show
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| And I want a G from Pat McGee
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| Sound Sham… |