Danny Farrell

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I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can.
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In his hand me down's and welliers and sandwiches of bran,
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But now this pavement peasent, is a full grown bitter man,
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With all the trials and troubles, of his travelling people's clan

[Chorus]
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He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,
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A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,
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So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,
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Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.

[Verse 2]
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I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the national school,
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He was lousy at the Gaelic, we called him amadán, the fool
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He was briliant at the toss school, or trading objects in the pawn
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By the time he was an adult all his charming ways were gone.

[Verse 3]
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I knew Danny Farrell when he queued up for the dole,
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And he tried to hide his loss of pride, that eats away the soul,
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Mending pots and kettles, is a trade lost in the past.
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Theres no hand-outs here for tinkers was the answer when he asked.

[Chorus]
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He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,
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A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,
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So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,
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Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.

[Verse 4]
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I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday,
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Drinking methylated spirits, with some winos on the quay,
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Now he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft,
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And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left.

[Chorus]
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He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,
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A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,
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So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,
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Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.