(Ralph McTell)

Four who shared this room and we caught up in the CRAIC

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 gets 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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