Rapalje - The Leaving of Mullingar | Текст песни

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I walk through the city a stranger
in a place I could never call home
and cast the sad notion before me
in search of my fortunes to roam
I weary of workin' and drinkin'
my weeks wages left in the bar
and Lord it's a shame for to use a friend's name
just to beg for the price of a jar

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I remember that bright April mornin' I left home to travel afar
to work till you're dead fro one room and a bed
it's not the reason I left Mulingar

This London's a city of heartbreak
on Friday there's friends by the score
but when the pay's finished on Monday
your friend's not your friend anymore
I'm weary of workin' and drinkin'
from a shovel and pick there's no break
and when you're not workin' you're spendin'
that fortune you left home to make CHORUS

For every man here who finds fortune
and comes home to tell the tale
each morning the Broadway is crowded
with the manys the thousands who failed
So young men of Ireland take warnin'
in London you may never find
the gold at the end of the rainbow
you just may have left it behind

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