The reason I left
Mullingar
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1. I walk through the city a stranger,
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in a land I can never call ho…me.
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I
curse the sad notion that caused me
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in search of my fortune to roam.
I'm
weary of working and drinking,
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and a week's wages spent in the b…ar.
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And
God it's a shame for to use a friend's name
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just to beg for the price of a jar.
I remember that bright April morning,
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when I left home to travel af…ar.
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But to work till you're dead for one room and a
bed,
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is
not the reason I left Mullingar.
2. Oh, this London's a city of heartbreak,
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on Friday there's friends by the sc…ore,
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but when the pay's finished on Monday,
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a friend's not a friend anymore.
Oh, a
working day seems never ending,
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from the shovel and pick there's no bre…ak.
But
when you're not working you're spending,
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the fortune you left home to make. + CHORUS
3. And for every one here who finds fortune,
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and comes home to tell of the ta…le,
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each morning the broadway is
crowded
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with many’s the thousands who fail.
So,
young men of Ireland, take warning,
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in London you never will fi…nd
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the gold at the end of the rainbow,
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you might just have left it behind. + CHORUS
+ It’s not the reason I left Mullingar.