The Pogues, "The Body of an American" from the The Best of The Pogues compilation (Mike Patriot Whiskey)
Commentary:
"When we turned and shook as we had a look,
In the room where the dead men lay,
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip,
To the shores where his father's laid…
"Fare thee well, going away, there's nothing left to say,
Farewell to New York City, boys, to Boston and PA,
He took them out with a well-aimed clout, and we often heard him say:
'I'm a free-born man of the USA.'
"He fought the champ in Pittsburgh and he slashed him to the ground,
He took on Tiny Tartanella and it only went one round,
He never had no time for reds, for drink or dice or whores,
But he never threw a fight when the fight was right;
So, they sent him to the war.
"Fare the well, gone away, there's nothing left to say,
With a slainte, Joe and an Erin go, my love's in Amerikay,
The calling of the rosary, Spanish wine from far away,
'I'm a free-born man of the USA'…"
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