I am a ceilidh cowboy
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I'm a stranger in this town
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You should hear your women
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squeal with joy
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When I get their knickers down
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I'll dance them and romance them
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Til they're nearly out of breath
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Then when I taken them out for air
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I'll fuck them half to death
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Been sitting on a fridge
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close to the edge
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Running out of coke
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and dying for a poke
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Don't lock up your wives
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and daughters
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Don't lock up your cats and dogs
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I came down here
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with my feet all bare
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And I sleep in a hollow log
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Yippee I oh
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Yippee I ay
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Yodle odle ee
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Yodle odle ay
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Yodle odle odle ay
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My name is Father Emmett
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I've been banished from my home
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Cos all the women loved me
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and I always had the bone
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I could play the concertina, guitar, bouzouki and cittern
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When I dance the Siege of Ennis
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The floor beneath me starts to burn
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For a jar or two just get me through
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I'll do a turn for you...
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and absolve you too
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I'll take care of your missus
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All night long the whole night through
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While you jump on that young one
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over there
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That's making eyes at you
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Ceilidh Cowboy
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Shane MacGowan & The Popes |