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 man lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip to the shores where his fathers laid

Fifteen minutes later we had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures on ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes and the women they got frisky
At five o' clock in the evening every bastard there was pisskey

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 he 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 or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight when the fight was right so they sent him to the
war

Fare thee well going 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 wine 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 that 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 you I always did and I always will

Fare thee well gone away there's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu to your eyes as blue as the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer the man of wire who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

(Shane MacGowan)

Submitted by Todd Horton