The cadillac stood by the house 
And the yanks they were within 
And the tinker boys they hissed advice 
‚Hot –wire her with a pin’ 
We turned and shook as we had a look 
In the room where the dead men lay 
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip 
To the home where his father’s laid 

Fifteen minutes later 
We had our first taste of whiskey 
There were uncles giving lectures 
On ancient Irish history 
The men all started telling jokes 
And the women they got frisky 
By five o’clock in the evening 
Every bastard there was pissed 

Fare thee well going away 
There’s nothing left to say 
Farewell to New York city boys 
To Boston and PA 
He took them out 
With a well – aimed clout 
And was often heard to say 
I’m a free born man of the USA 

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh, 
And he slashed him to the ground 
He took on Tiny Tartanella 
And it only went one round 
He never had no time for reds 

For drink nor dice nor whores 
And he never threw a fight 
When the fight was right 
So they sent him off to war 

Fare the well gone away 
There’s nothing left to say 
With a slainte joe and Erin go 
My love’s in Amerikay 
The calling of the rosary 
Spanish winde from far away 
I’m a free born man of the USA 

This morning on the harbour 
When I said goodbye to you 
I remember how I swore 
I’d come back to you one day 
And as the sunset came to meet 
The evening on the hill, 
I told you I’d always love, 
always did, and I always will 

Fare thee well gone away 
There’s nothing let to say 
‚cept to adieu 
To your eyes as blue 
As the water in the bay 
To big Jim Dwyer 
The man of wire 
Who was often heard to say 
I’m a free born man of the USA 
I’m a free born man of the USA 
I’m a free born man of the USA