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Great-great-great-great grandpa Jeremiah Donovan was a rebel and his rebel soul lived in all his children
Póg mo thóin! he said to the Mounties
He built a house from the wood of a ship and left County Cork a memory
Papa bent the elbow but who could blame him after the war
The war brides would have burned down all the Legions in Cape Breton given the chance
He once drove the company car into the Clyburn River
Póg mo thóin! he said to his bastard boss
Great grandpa Big Jack and his brother Black Alan killed a man on the Aspy over one too many aces
Those boys were never seen again
They say Black Alan fled west
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