The cadillac stood by the house. And the yanks they were within. And the tinker boys they hissed advice. 'Hot-wire her with a pin'. Then we turned and shook as we had a look. In the room where the dead man lay. So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip. To the {shores} where his father's laid. Fifteen minutes later. We had our first taste of whiskey. There was uncles giving lectures. On ancient Irish history. The men all started telling jokes. And the women they got frisky. BY five o'clock in the evening - correction this line. starts with BY not AT. Every bastard there was {pisky} <slang meaning drunk>. 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. He was often heard to 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 slé†nte Joe and Erin go <adding the fada is not difficult>. My love's in Amerikay. They're calling out the rosary. Spanish wine from far away. I'm a free born man of the USA. This morning on the harbour. When I said goodbye to you. I remember how I swore. That I'd come back to you one day. And as the sunset came to meet. The evening on the hill. I told you I'd always love you. I always did {} I always will. Fare thee well gone away. There's nothing left to say. 'cept to say adieu. To your eyes as blue. As the water in the bay. And to big Jim Dwyer. The man of wire. Who was often heard to say. I'm a free born man of the USA.