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I wrote her name and address on the back of a cigarette pack
I didn¡¯t know then that I¡¯d never be goin¡¯ back
the ferry was leaving when we pulled up to the quay
When we reached Hollyhead I was as sick as I could be
I didn¡¯t choose this way they made me go
I was a week on the job and I wanted to go back home
What I wouldn¡¯t do for a glimpse of the Christmas tree
hear all your voices callin¡¯ me
if I go back home again I¡¯ll just be hanging 'round
Maybe next year if my ship doesn¡¯t run aground
I should've listened to my brother Moran when he said
I was a fool, but it's too late now and I didn¡¯t make the rules
Oh, God, please have mercy on me
I¡¯m all alone in another man's city
I¡¯m not askin¡¯ for much just wanta go back home
see Mam and Dad and the boys, oh, God!
I should've listened to my brother Moran when he said
I was a fool, but it's too late now and I didn¡¯t make the rules
Oh, God, please have mercy on me
I¡¯m all alone in another man's city
I¡¯m not askin¡¯ for much just wanta go back home
See Mam and Dad and the boys, oh, God!
Just see Mam and Dad and the boys, oh, God!

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Irish Post
The Saw Doctors



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