Joseph Mchugh

 
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Come all ye young fellows, who travel the land, 
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In search of the craic with guitar in your hand. 
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Go down to Liscannor, in the County of Clare, 
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Sure you'll find a pub in it, that's ever so rare 
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Go up to McHugh's shop the center of town, 
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You'll get a warm welcome from Joseph on down 
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The one-legged canary will sing how'd ye do, 
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In the seven-day license of Joseph Mchugh. 
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Fill 'em up round the house now, says Joseph McHugh 
 

 
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You'll meet men from Moher, Lisdoon, and Renine 
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Judges from Lahinch, and an odd in between. 
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Sure a tinker from Tulla drops in for a glass, 
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A box of rat poison and oats for his ass. 
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Joe strolls up the bar like a captain on deck, 
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Well, he don't tip his cap, and he don't give a wreck, 
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If you're Irish, or Spanish, or Russian, or Jew, 
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You'll get a warm welcome from Joseph McHugh. 
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Fill 'em up round the house now, says Joseph McHugh. 
 

 
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Well he sells streaky bacon all covered in salt, 
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To ward off blue-bottles from making a haul. 
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Now he has cups for coursing, some say that's not fair, 
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But Liscannor is famous for chasing the hare. 
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He's a bachelor gay, at the market I hear, 
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He may take a wife by the end of the year, 
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But if his greyhound has pups, you can say tooraloo, 
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For he'll never get married, this Joseph McHugh. 
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Fill 'em up round the house now, says Joseph McHugh. 
 

 
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Well there now, you have it, this song I declare, 
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About this wee pub in the sweet county Clare. 
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Where time has stood still, and the auld ways remain, 
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And they laugh at computers and mad college brains. 
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So if you're in trouble, find yourself in a jam, 
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With the wife, or a greyhound, or a half-pound of ham, 
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You can do a lot worse, the truth I'll tell you, 
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Than to visit Liscannor and Joseph McHugh. 
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Fill 'em up round the house now, says Joseph McHugh.