Mcrory

 
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I took the train to Belfast, first time for fifteen years 
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For to see my friend McRory and enjoy the crack and beers 
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Nostalgia made me mellow, and the whiskey brought the tears 
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When the barman said McRory, havent seen him round for years 
 

 
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Oh where are you now McRory, though we did not see eye-to-eye 
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When we traded friendly insults, and were not afraid to cry 
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The papish and the prodding and all we had was snow 
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Two Irishmen so different, in a land we didnt know 
 

 
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I took the train to Belfast, first time for fifteen years 
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For to see my friend McRory and enjoy the crack and beers 
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Nostalgia made me mellow, and the whiskey brought the tears 
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When the barman said McRory, havent seen him round for years 
 

 
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Oh where is he now said I to him, where is that friend of mine 
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Oh the hard man that once sang the sash in Saskatchewans cold clime 
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Where is the proddy woddy that took the plane with me 
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Far away from Belfast daydreams in the year of sixty-three 
 

 
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I took the train to Belfast, first time for fifteen years 
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For to see my friend McRory and enjoy the crack and beers 
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Nostalgia made me mellow, and the whiskey brought the tears 
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When the barman said McRory, havent seen him round for years 
 

 
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Oh hes been gone since eighty, said a dark haired drinking brute 
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On a promise to Australia there was no one left here that he knew 
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The guns and bombs fair broke his heart not knowing right from wrong 
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I went silent to the station, there was more than McRory gone 
 

 
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I took the train to Belfast, first time for fifteen years 
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For to see my friend McRory and enjoy the crack and beers 
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Nostalgia made me mellow, and the whiskey brought the tears 
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When the barman said McRory, havent seen him round for years 
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When the barman said McRory, havent seen him round for years