Fairytale of New York    (video) (intro)

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1. It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank,

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an old man said, "Son, I won't see another one."

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And then he sang a song, ‘The Rare Old Mountain Dew’,

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I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you.

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2. I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to 1,

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I've got a feeling this year's for me and you.

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So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,

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there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.

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They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold,

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but the wind blows right through you, it's no place for the old.

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When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve,

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hope, I told you that Broadway was waiting for me.

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You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city,

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when the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more.

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Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing,

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so we kissed on the corner and danced round the floor.

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And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,

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and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

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3. I could have been someone and so could anyone,

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I took my dreams from you when I first met you.

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I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own,

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I can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you.

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You're a bum, you're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk,

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lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed.

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You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,

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Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead.

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And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,

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and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

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I love you baby,

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I've got a feeling this year's to me and you.

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So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,

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there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.

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So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby.

(Christy Moore)