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The Irish In Me (Breen) Well, the Irish in me ain’t fighting’ no more and all my red hair has turned to grey My rowdy ways my rough and my tumble at the blink of an eye or a strangers gaze Well, the Irish in me the way I used to be ain’t fightin’ no more Oh the Irish in me was big big trouble hired muscle for settlin’ scores A fighter’s hands fast as lightnin’ Won’t see ‘em comin’ ‘till you hit the floor