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And I drank and I sang at a pub they call the Crown.
With the Birmingham irish, we sang songs of home.
"My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
There?s a place in Ireland I Know well
Were I spend so many happy times
Were I ?d sit for hours by the lake side 
With my dads old fishing rod
your home.
You should have stayed there in your Irish domain,
And not come to gain laurels on Albion's plain.'

'Well, I know', says the Master, 'we
by your name
I am a little beggarman and beggin´ I have been
In Dr. Johnson´s motorcar I´ll take you home Kathleen

I´ve been a wild rover
home
From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore

Now Ireland is with plenty blessed
But the people, we are sore oppressed
By the Hush
It's by the hush, me boys
I'm sure that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's narration.
For I was by hunger pressed,
And in
cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well I think myself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck 
And old Ireland is the country I
da lie
Sing tu ra da lu ra da laddy
Sing tu ra da lu ra da lie
And a tu ra lu ra laddy

(Irish Rover)

'Twas the fourth of July Eighteen Hundred
was born.
My weary hands are blistered
Through work in cold and heat!
And oh! to swing a scythe once more
Through a field of Irish wheat.
Had I
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

I never knew, niggas had a clue 
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep,
how we keep it trill 
Down South know I'm saying, well let em know 

[Big Tuck] 
G'eah, this is the Texas take over 
The G4 plane, or the Rover
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

I never knew, niggas had a clue 
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep,
But when I'm coming down in my ?born?
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
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