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Here's to the Ronnie, the voice we adore |
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Like coals from a coal-bucket, scraping the floor |
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Sing out his praises in music and march |
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And if you are not Irish, that isn't your fault |
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Raise up our voices like guards in a pack |
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Thankful for honest man, we never lack |
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We got them by twenties, we got them by ones |
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Their men, their daughters, and all of their sons |
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(Hey! Hey!) |
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Here's to you (Hey!), Ronnie Drew (Hey!) |
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Here's to you (Hey!), Ronnie Drew (Hey!) |
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Ronnie Drew (Hey! Hey!), we love you, yes we do |
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Here's to you, Ronnie Drew, here's to you |
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I watched them plenty, through right and 'er wrong |
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Whether I'm easy or whether I'm sure |
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But as she lifted her petticoat easy and slow |
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I rolled up my sleeves for to buckle her shoe |
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Get up and work from five until five |
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When the whistle says better, we'll come back alive |
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He'll sing to the heavens, he's stormy as hell |
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And wherever he goes, we'll be wishing him well |
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(Hey! Hey!) |
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Here's to you (Hey!), Ronnie Drew (Hey!) |
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(Hey!) Here's to you (Hey!), Ronnie Drew (Hey!) |
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Ronnie Drew (Hey!), we love you, yes we do |
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Here's to you, Ronnie Drew, here's to you |
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The dawn and the dusk, the unwise, the undusk gives and gets him gaze |
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The unheard, the unseen, the unwashed, and the clean where the streets are handmade |
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Baggot Street, meets the street right on St. Stephen's Street lovers and loners who can peer on your shoulders |
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The gods and the rapers, immigrants and traders, sing about him |
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A man for a man and a hand for a hand |
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Trust in the music, strike up the band |
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The more that we sing, the less that we find |
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Time and again, this is brood to be right |
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Build you a statue on St. Stephen's Green |
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No fair or monument there to be seen |
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A statue of Ronnie Drew, holding the hand |
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Of a girl with her hair in a black velvet band |
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(Hey! Hey!) |
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Here's to you (No stranger to dare), Ronnie Drew (Or angels to devil) |
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Here's to you (A friend of a friend of a friend of a), Ronnie Drew (A friend to you) |
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Ronnie Drew (Ronnie Drew), we love you, yes we do |
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Here's to you, Ronnie Drew, here's to you |
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Here's to you, Ronnie Drew, here's to you (Ronnie Drew) |
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I watched them plenty, through right and 'er wrong |
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Whether I'm easy or whether I'm sure |
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But as she lifted her petticoat easy and slow |
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I rolled up my sleeves for to buckle her shoe |