Reason l left Mullingar


I walk through this city a stranger
In a land I can never call home
And I curse the sad notion that caused me
In search of my fortune to roam
I’m weary of work and hard drinking
My weeks wages left in the bar
And God, it’s a shame, to use a friend’s name
To beg for the price of a jar

I remember that bright April morning
When l left home to travel afar
To work till your dead, for one room and a bed
It’s not the reason l left Mullingar

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
For the working day seems never ending
From the shovel and pick, there’s no break
And when your not working you’re spending
The fortune you left home to make

For every man here that finds fortune
And comes home to tell of the tale
Each morning the Broadway is crowded
With many 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
For you might just have left it behind


Written by Pat Cooskey




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