The Pogues

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'

Then 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 father's laid



And 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

BY five o'clock in the evening

Every bastard there was pisky



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 the well gone away

There's nothing left to say

With a slonte Joe and Erin go

My love's in Amerikay

They're calling out 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