(By Ralph McTell)
Four who shared this room and
We were caught up in the crack
Sleeping late on Sundays
And we never got to Mass
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It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way
It get's further by the day
It's a long, long way from Clare to here
When Friday comes around
We're only into fighting
My Ma would like a letter home but
I'm too tired for writing
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It almost breaks my heart
When I think of my family
I told them I'd be coming home with my
Pockets full of green
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The only time I feel alright
Is when I'm into drinking
It can sort of ease the pain of it and it
Levels out my thinking
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I sometimes hear the fiddles play,
Maybe it's just a notion
I dream I see white horses dance upon
That other ocean
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