(Shane MacGowan)
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 men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father's laid


But 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
At five o'clock in the evening
Every !@$( there was piskey


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 !@^%s
And he never threw a fight
Unless 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 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


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 and 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