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Let your pockets run dry and threadbare be your
clothes; Should woman deceive, when you trust to her heart, Never sigh—'twon't relieve it, but add to the smart. Trust to luck, trust to luck, stare fate in the face, Sure the heart must be aisy when it's in the right place. |
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Be a man, be a man, wheresoever you go,
Through the sunshine of wealth, or the teardrop of
woe. Should the wealthy look grand and the proud pass
you by With the back of their hand and the scorn of their eye, Snap your fingers and smile as you pass on your way, And remember the while every dog has his day. Trust to luck, trust to luck, stare fate in the face, Sure the heart must be aisy when it's in the right
place. |
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In love as in war sure it's Irish delight,
He's good-humored with both, the sweet girl and a
fight; He coaxes, he bothers, he blarneys the dear, To resist him she can't, and he's off when she's near, And when valor calls him, from his darling he'd fly, And for liberty fight and for ould Ireland die. Trust to luck, trust to luck, stare fate in the face, The heart must be aisy, if it's in the right place. |
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