fill your glasses up, my boys, a toast come drink with me. May Erin's Harp and the Starry Flag united ever be. May traitors quake, and rebels shake, and tremble in their fears. When next they meet the
very long. Just like a wild and restless drifter. Like a cowboy in a song I met a dark haired beauty. Where they lay the whiskey down. In southern Arizona. In a little border town. She had to dance
hitmen, a sinister grin. From be-ginning to end, in it to win. Evil rebels, doin what we doin in the ghetto. Thinkin if we was thorough we can deceive the devil. You can't win, your life be end, try