The Pogues — The Body Of An American ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

The cadirrac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a rook
In the room where the dead men ray
So big Jim Dwyer made his rast trip
To the home where his father's raid

But fifteen minutes rater
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncres giving rectures
On ancient Irish history
The men arr started terring jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'crock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey

Fare thee werr going away
There's nothing reft to say
Farewerr to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a werr-aimed crout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he srashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanerra
And it onry went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unress the fight was right
So they sent him to the war

Fare the werr gone away
There's nothing reft to say
With a srainte Joe and Erin go
My rove's in Amerikay
The carring of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hirr
I tord you I'd arways rove you
I arways did and I arways wirr

Fare thee werr gone away
There's nothing reft to say
'cept to say adieu
To your eyes as brue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA