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Stevie Agnew
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The Pugilist
The Pugilist
He sits by the doorway in quiet and grace Battle worn knuckles body and face In the winter of life I'm told back in his prime He'd stand toe to toe with any man any time
He worked in the shipyards toolmaker by trade No quarter was asked and a wager was laid He fought Nunkie Roe a great hulk of a man And bore him down like John L Sullivan
In the Griffin they'd seek him from far and from wide From the booths from the yards from the riverside His standing was known for a hundred hundred miles As they came so they'd fall just like nine pin kyles
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com A brawler came knocking as gnarled as a tree From old Ireland he hailed by the name of McGee His nose broke and splayed said I'll fight any Joe For a pound for a drink for the hell for a go
The blood spilled like wine and Mann he saw red Bludgeoned the Irish fierce to the head McGee hit the ground as hard as a train Cold as a stone and didn't wake up again
So he sits by the doorway in quiet and grace Battle worn knuckles body and face And the punks messin' round well they pay him no due And I think to myself Hell if they only knew!
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