Irish Paddy/Festival Reel/Roger's Reel

Its of an Irishman I'm going to tell you
 Free from Ireland sailed away
 Where he was to he was not contended
 Made up his mind for to go away
 Early next morning the ship was sailing
 Queenstown harbour, golden core
 Eight long days he was sailing over
 Till he landed in New York
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 Up the street young Paddy wandered
 Each big building caught his eye
 Looking up at a big shop window,
 A bottle of whisky he did spy
 Into the bar young Paddy entered
 Called for a drink, without delay
 Give me a drop of that Irish Whisky,
 Four big coppers I will pay
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 The landlord he jumped over the counter
 Pay me down that bill, he said
 Paddy up with a big shillelagh
 Laid him on the floor right dead
 So the Yankees they came running
 When they heard about the row
 Trying to kill poor Irish Paddy,
 Shouting out, Where is he now?!
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 Irishmen they followed after
 Following without delay
 Each of them with a big shillelagh,
 Made the Yankees run away
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 May God's success to his Irish people
 Many's the country they have roamed
 But their courage is far bolder
 When they're far away from home