Danny Farrell

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I knew Danny Farrell when his 
football was a can.
In his hand me down's and welliers 
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and sandwiches of bran,
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But now this pavement peasent, is a
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 full grown bitter man,
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With all the trials and troubles, 
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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,
He was lousy at the Gaelic, we 
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called him amadán, the fool
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He was briliant at the toss school,
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 or trading objects in the pawn
By the time he was an adult all his 
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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 
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pride, that eats away the soul,
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Mending pots and kettles, is a 
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trade lost in the past.
Theres no hand-outs here for tinkers
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 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,
Drinking methylated spirits, with 
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some winos on the quay,
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Now he's forty going on eighty, 
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with his eyes of hope bereft,
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And he told me this for certain, 
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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.