The Dubliners – Danny Farrell (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
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I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can.

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In his hand me down's and welliers and sandwiches of bran,

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But now this pavement peasant, is a full grown bitter man,

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With all the trials and troubles, of his travelling people's clan
[Chorus]
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He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,

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A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,

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So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,

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Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
[Verse 2]
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I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the national school,

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He was lousy at the Gaelic, we called him amadán, the fool

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He was briliant at the toss school, or trading objects in the pawn

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By the time he was an adult all his charming ways were gone.
[Verse 3]
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I knew Danny Farrell when he queued up for the dole,

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And he tried to hide his loss of pride, that eats away the soul,

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Mending pots and kettles, is a trade lost in the past.

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Theres no hand-outs here for tinkers was the answer when he asked.
[Chorus]
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He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,

A7
A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,

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So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,

A7                              D
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
[Verse 4]
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I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday,

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Drinking methylated spirits, with some winos on the quay,

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Now he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft,

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And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left.
[Chorus]
D
He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,

A7
A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,

D
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,

A7                              D
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.