It was twelve days ago in a pub. Night was near.
I was on me fourth pint of their best Irish beer
When a thought quickly struck me of all I hold dear.
So I went on outside to the hill with my beer.
Oh, I've smelled all the flowers all the flowers.
I've left none to hide.
I've told more the truth than I've told fib or lie
And I hope when ye find me in the hills where I'll lie
That it'll always be said that I died satisfied.
Well, I took both the good and the bad in me life.
And I made the most of it in a home with me wife.
And I raised me two kids both a girl and a boy.
And they all made me life, a gift to enjoy.
As for friends I've had many, I ne'er walked alone
And a few were like family, as much as me own.
They helped in times troubled, made happiness known
And they gave me a young heart I've never outgrown.
Well, the evening was leaving, the sun said goodbye.
I thought of me past and I smiled with a sigh.
Oh, I had no regrets nay a reason to cry.
So I drank me beer down 'till the glass all was dry.
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