SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS 

I’m drinking five shots of Famous Grouse in the house before going out

A whole Clapton of nose action, siúcra snout 

Shout shout let it all out 

Fears for tears, funeral of my held dears 

His old dear now deceased 

Buck Mulligan beastly dead he said about she 

Come around me, Ard Rí

Family hear the banshee

I’m the bean an tí

You’re the tax on tea 

I’m the Bostonian 

Faction of the Irish fleeing capture

Fuck every brown shirt blue shirt black shirt white shirt 

We wear the green gear, we wear the grave dirt 

Once heard ganger man McGurk said big paddy hates the work.

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