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(P.Cooksey/Noel McLoughlin)
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V 1: I walk through the city a stranger in a land I can
never call home
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I curse the
sad notion that caused me in search of my fortune to roam
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I'm weary
of working and drinking, and a week's wages spent in the bar
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And God, it's
a shame for to use a friend's name just to beg for the price of a jar.
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Chorus: I remember that bright April morning when I left home to travel
afar
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But
to work till your dead for one room and a bed is not the reason I left Mullingar.
V 2: Oh this London's
a city of heartbreak, on Friday there's friends by the score
But when the
pay's finished on Monday, a friend's not a friend anymore
Oh, a working
day seems never ending, from the shovel and pick there's no break
But when you're
not working you're spending the fortune you left home to make.
Chorus:
V 3: And for every one here who finds fortune and comes
home to tell the tale
Each morning
the broadway is crowded with many's the thousands who fail
So, young
men of Ireland, take warning, in London you never will find
The gold at
the end of the rainbow, you might just have left it behind
Chorus:
...... It's not the reason I
left Mullingar