The version I do on my recent CD, Ireland's 32, Vol. 2.

A MAN YOU DON'T MEET EVERY DAY
(Collected by John Ward)
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I've a neat little cabin that's built out of mud,
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Near the Curragh in County Kildare.
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I've an acre of land where I grow my own spuds;
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I've enough, and a little to share.
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Sure, I've not come over here seeking your jobs,
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But just a short visit to pay;
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So be easy and free when you're drinking with me,
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I'm a man you don't meet every day.

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Chorus: Come fill up your glass, and drink what you please,
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And whatever the damage I'll pay.
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So be easy and free when you're drinking with me,
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I'm a man you don't meet every day.


When I landed in Liverpool, O what a sight

Met my gaze as I lit on the shore;

There was Mickey McCollum and young Dinny White,
               
Michael Lane and big Rory O' Moore.
            
And they all burst out laughing when they saw me walk down,
               
But they treated me in a fine way;
   
Says I "You young spalpeens, I'll stand you a round,
      
I'm a man you don't meet every day."

Chorus:

         
And there on that quayside not three days ago,
      
We went for a drink in the Star,
            
And the first man I met was oul' Pat McEnroe,
            
With a pint of best ale at the bar.
   
I spoke to him kindly, shook him by the hand,
                  
And these words unto him I did say,
         
"Be easy and free when you're drinking with me,
      
I'm a man you don't meet every day."

Chorus:

                  
There's a neat little colleen who lives around here,
               
And it's her I've come over to see;
         
Next Saturday morning I'll marry my dear;
                     
Then she'll come back to Ireland with me.
      
And if you come over a twelve month from now,
      
It's this I will venture to say,
                  
We will have a smart lad, and he'll say of his dad:
            
"He's a man you don't meet every day."