| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| He’s a hell of a man for drinking stout
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| And when the barrel has run out,
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| «Bring more porter!» |
| They will shout.
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| There’s some content that toil away
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| That have no time for sport or play
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| The one’s lying us live for today.
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| We’re the rambling boys of pleasure.
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| Now we got sweethearts by the score
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| All up and down the shamrock shore.
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| All the lassies do adore
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| Break
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| We’ve been from Corrick to Doengal
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| From Westport to old Cushendall
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| Where’er we go we’re known to all
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| As the rambling boys of pleasure
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| So if you see us passing by,
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| Come in and drink if you are dry!
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| Raise the friendly glass on high
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| to the rambling boys of pleasure!
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure.
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| We’ll rant and roar upon the spree
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| And sing and dance right heartily!
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| No sorrows, cares, or woes have we
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| The rambling boys of pleasure. |