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The Reason I Left Mullingar

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1.    I walked through this city a stranger
In a land I can never call home.
I curse the sad notion that caused me.
 In search of my fortune to roam.
I'm weary of working and drinking
On a week's wages spent in the bar.
And God it's a shame for to use a friend's name.
Just to beg for the price of a jar.

Refr.: I remember that bright April morning,
when I left home to travel afar.
For to work till you're dead, for one room and a bed.
Is not the reason I left Mullingar.

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 a shovel and pick there's no break
But when you're not working, you're spending
A fortune you left home to make.


3. And for every one here who finds fortune
And comes home to tell of the tale,
Each morning the broadway is crowded
With many's the thousands who fail.
So young men of lreland take warning
In London you never will find
Gold at the end of the rainbow
You might just have left it behind.