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Song title: Pogues - Sit Down By The Fire

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Sit down by the fire
And Ill tell you a story
To send you away to your bed
Of the things you hear creeping
When everyones sleeping
And you wish you were out here instead

It isnt the mice in the wall
It isnt the wind in the well
But each night they march
Out of that hole in the wall
Passing through on their way
Out of hell

Theyre the things that you see
When you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you
Down the boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field

And they dance on the rain
And they dance on the wind
They tap on the window
When no-one is in
And if ever you see them

Pretend that youre dead
Or theyll bite off your head
Theyll rip out your liver
And dance on your neck
They dance on your head
They dance on your chest
They give you the cramp
And the cholic for jest

Theyre the things that you see
When you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you
Down the boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field

They play on the wind
They sing on the rain
They dance on your eyes
They dance in your brain

Remember this place
It is damp and its cold
The best place on earth
But its dark and its old
So lie near the wall
And cover your head
Good night and God bless,
Now fuck off to bed

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