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Christy... Sing Paddy's favorite
for me, would ya?
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All right, yeah.
:27:11
¢Ü It was down the glen one Easter morn
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¢Ü To a city fair rode l
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¢Ü There armored lines of marching men
:27:28
¢Ü In squadrons passed me by
:27:31
Will somebody shut him up?
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¢Ü No fife did hum
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¢Ü No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
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¢Ü And the Angelus bell
o'er the Liffey's swell
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- You'll have to keep it down a bit, lads.
- ¢Ü Rang out in the foggy dew
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- He was singin' that for his father.
- His father was nothin' but a mouth.
:28:00
Like all the Browns.
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All right, lads, take it easy.
:28:10
In respect for Da.
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I don't fight cripples.
:28:31
Wreck the pub!
:28:39
Come on!
:28:43
Somebody get the till!
Get the till, get the money!
:28:48
Get the till!
:28:57
Drinks are on the house!