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C
F
It was on the twenty third of June
G
C
As I lay blasted in my room
C
F
A small bird sang on an ivy branch
G
C
And the song he sang was the jug of punch
C
F
Turaluralie turaluralay
G
C
Turaluralie turaluralay
C
F
A small bird sang on an ivy branch
G
C
And the song he sang was the jug of punch
C
F
I don't need my junkie friends
C
F
All knockin' on my door
C
F
I just wanna do an old time waltz
G
C
With a buxom Irish whore
Chorus
C
F
Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
C
F
I've a jug full of mountain dew
C
F
Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
G
C
When I'm howlin' at the ceilidh moon
(repeat chorus)
Been drinkin' whiskey in the ditch
With Scruffy
and Brick and Noel
Now I've gone and lost my gear
And I'm looking for my hole
We are Tex's Riders
And we come
from Nenagh Town
One of these nights durin' one of those fights
We're gonna burn the whole place down
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