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Ireland's Favourite Son |
| Oh plastic Paddy, Dye, your skin is staining, Cheer on, bonnie laddie, With cheeks, like hair, flaming. Oh plastic Paddy, Swimming in green rivers, March on, but Ides beware, And golden gift givers. Oh plastic Paddy, Until the sun is falling, Accent, thickly laying, No-one, are you fooling. |