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The Reason I Left Mullingar - The Fureys/Davey Arthur
I walked to your city a stranger
In a land i can never call home
And i cursed the sad notion that caused me
In search of my fortune to rome
I'm weary of working and drinking
A week's wages just left in the bar
And gods it's a shame for to use a friends name
To beg for the price of a jar
I remember that bright april morning
When i left home to travel a far
For to work till your dead for a room and a bed
It's not the reason i left mullingar
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 your friend anymore
For a working day seems never ending
From a shovel and pick there's no break
And when your not working your spending
That fortune you left home to make
I remember that bright april morning
When i left home to travel a far
For to work till your dead for a room and a bed
It's not the reason i left mullingar
And for everyone here that finds fortune
And comes home to tell of the tale
Each morning the broadway are crowed
With many's the thousant that failed
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
I remember that bright april morning
When i left home to travel a far
For to work till your dead for a room and a bed
It's not the reason i left mullingar
