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See her drinking sixteen pints of pabst blue ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead of salty water
She'd live and die in Galway Bay
See her drinking sixteen pints at Padgo Murphey's
The barman says I think it's time to go
Well, she doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic
In a language that the clergy do not know
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