From Clare To Here

There's four who share this room,
and we we work out for the craic.
Sleeping late on Sundays,
well I never get 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.
Mom 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 Josephine.
I told her I'd be coming home,
with my pockets full of green.

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The only time I feel allright,
is when I'm into drinking.
It'll sort of ease the pain of it,
and it levels out my thinking.

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I sometimes hear a piper playing,
maybe it's just a notion.
I dream I see white horses dancing,
on that other ocean.

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words and music by R. McTell