Intro
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[Verse 1]
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Twas at my brother's recommendation I took an invitation
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Twas a fine accommodation 'till I barged into the room
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I had fostered expectation, put aside my hesitation
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So too my reputation, twas a little half past noon.
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Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
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We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
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The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
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Long may your big jib draw.
[Verse 2]
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Guests were filled with trepidation, weren't fond of my infiltration.
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They began my exportation as the clock rolled over to 9.
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To the boys of St. John's station, I said, "It's a celebration!"
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I begged for reconciliation and suddenly things were fine.
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Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
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We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
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The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
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Long may your big jib draw.
[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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Well it took all night to find her, the girl from Fogo Island.
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I waddled up behind her and I asked her to a dance.
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Well she clearly recognized me and told me rather kindly,
To clear away the mess I'd made and maybe I'd have a chance.
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Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
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We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
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The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
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Long may your big jib draw.
[Chorus]
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Rise up, rise up, and grab another cup.
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We'll worry about our heads on Sunday morn'.
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The grub was fryin', the kids were cryin' and all the mess in the kitchen was mine
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Long may your big jib draw.
[Outro]
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