.Chorus:
Wrapped up in brown paper, tied up with white string
He would whistle as he went
When he was happy, he would sing
Well-
Billy Batty was a butcher boy, he rode a butcher's bike,
Down Dublin's dirty back streets at the dawning of daylight
He loved a girl named .
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