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horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
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You’re the finest lookin filly that I did ever see
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You’re the onions in me burger you’re the sugar in me tea
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So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
A E A
I saw her in the bar-room in the town of Kilshamuch
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She was sittin at the counter knockin double vodkas back,
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She wore a low-cut geansai and a skirt above her knee
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Says I, horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
A E A
Yes horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
D A
You’re the finest lookin filly that I did ever see
D A
You’re the onions in me burger you’re the sugar in me tea
A E A
So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
A E A
I asked her what are you havin, well you shoulda heard her shout,
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I’ll have another double vodka and another pint of stout,
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And a bag of cheese and onion and then I’ll have a pee
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Says I, horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
A E A
There never was a woman who could better fill the blouse,
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You should see her biceps bulging when she’s milking my oul cows,
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She could shovel dung for Ireland, I’m sure you’d all agree,
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So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
A E A
Now we’re forty years together and we’re living on me farm,
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And I’ll never have to worry about how she’ll keep me warm,
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She still wears the low-cut geansai and her skirt above her knee
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So Horse it into ya Cynthia for you’re the girl for me
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So horse it into ya Cynthiaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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For you’re a fine lookin woman yeeeeahhhhhhh 