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a week but fuck it it's stylish Luck got me outta dat shootout like I'm Irish Money good but baggin pounds get tiringgggggg I be tryn roll after I rubber
crae no voo We belong to edinbody don't you make it new Oh, we titother Jack MacGregor Pon his bonnie ho Hock yer punny Christmas with a Pound of Irish
Fuck I was childish Maybe it's my dads side luck of the Irish Felt like a 1000 pounds was stuck to my eye lids First thoughts 12 comin' I'm duckin'
Forsake sickness for ill health Stick a few pound in an Irish Independent Send it to me by post, my friend What could beat it for a life? Seldom-seen
Irish eyes so blue. They seem to whisper 'Darling boy, my love is all for you.' Oh, Chorus: Molly, my Irish Molly, my sweet acushla dear I'm fairly off
my hand I've got three pounds and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain Forever
Counting pounds, counting pounds I found in town, finding penny on the floor, I'm in luck, I'm in luck like some irish Leapcorn,unlucky door
Irish eyes so blue, They seem to whisper, "Darling boy, my love is all for you" Oh, Molly, my Irish Molly, My sweet a cushla dear; I'm fairly off my
about the dollar Pounds, euros, yeah you know who to holler My nanny Eleanor was where I got those genes And I ain't talking about these designer jeans
It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds Bring your favorite glass You want another round It's the bourbon smoke house Bring all the pounds
matter what group you are. I'm Irish, my wife's Portuguese. My kids are going to get shit faced and chase rabbits. I went to Lisbon, Portugal. I was
matter what group you are. I'm Irish, my wife's Portuguese. My kids are going to get shit faced and chase rabbits. I went to Lisbon, Portugal. I was
musicians I've got news to beat the band For back there in me native town In the Allied Irish Bank The long lost tapes of Hendrix Are hidden in the vault
short up shorts a squeeze up your pussy Too phat too much pound under it Too heavy gyal you can't manage it And to how you a walk gyal you can't manage
the legend lives all across that town An American boy and an Irish gal That night, all night We were dancing straight to sheets Yeah, she was mine, all
I'm passing them by Dublin Town Bright lights all around All the different sounds Concrete surrounds You need a few pounds or there's nothing to do No
Katherine, take my hand I've got three pounds and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish
Came back bought land put pounds in my village Big fact yeah there's truth in the lyric Hometown hero and it's me on the billing Pounds euros yen
You and me, pound for pound One-on-one, coke and rum Got the rhymes, Imma do the job for us Hustling Imma make it to the top Balling Imma make all
There's home-dyed woolens, and wee plastic [cuillins] [blessed? ] [cuchulains? ] [cuchulain == mythical irish hero --- wee plastic cuchulains? ]
knows I sure enough love that red head girl of mine Well she don't weigh more than a poke and a pound of coffee She's a Georgia peach and she's never been
I come from an Irish background and I'm so envious because I get to travel and I meet people from all different ethnic groups and every ethnic group.
You're my baby and I love you You can take a pound of love And cook it in the stew When you've finished doing that I know what you'll want to do
There's home-dyed woolens, and wee plastic (Cuillins?) (blessed?) (Cuchulains?) [Cuchulain == mythical Irish hero --- wee plastic Cuchulains?] The day
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