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Dropkick Murphys

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The Meanest Of Times

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind was spent on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill


It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Boston’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave, and the bold
Came their duty to fulfil at the parish church on Thatcher Street
A mile from Fairmount Hill


I went to see old friends there to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning gray
I met the broker Hughes
He’s as odd as ever still
See I used to crash at his mother’s house when I hung on Fairmount Hill


I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She’s as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arm around me saying “Andy I love you still”
Oh, she’s one Miss Bazo Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill


I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
Against an angry jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
The clock it rang in the morning
It rang both loud and shrill
When I awoke in California many miles from Fairmount Hill