The Leaving of Mullingar letra

I walk through this city a stranger
In the land I can never call home
I curse the sad notion across me
In my search of my fortune I roam
I'm weary of working and drinking
My weeks wages left 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

Chorus:
I remember that bright April morning
When I left home to travel afar
But to work 'till you're dead
For a room and a bed
It's not the reason I left Mullingar

This London's a city of heartbreak
On a Friday there's friends by the score
But when the pay's finished on Monday
A friend's not a friend anymore
For the working day seems never ending
From the shovel and pick there's no break
And when you're not working, you're spending
The fortune you left home to make

Chorus

So those who come here to find fortune
And come home to tell us the tale
Each morning the broadway is crowded
With many the thousands who fail
So young men of Ireland take warning
In London you never will find
That gold at the end of the rainbow
For you might just have left it behind

Chorus

Rapalje - Letras

• Al Die Willen Te Kaap'ren Varen
• Are Ye Sleeping Maggie
• As I Roved Out
• Caledonia
• Carrickfergus
• De Stad Amsterdam
• Further up, Further in
• Here's to You
• Home Is Where My Friends Are
• In Search Of a Rose
• Into Folk
• Jock Stuart
• Johnnie Cope
• Loch Lomond
• Lord Of The Dance
• Mairi's Wedding
• Molly Malone
• Never Mind The Strangers
• Raggle Taggle Gypsy
• Ride On
• Star Of The County Down
• The Banks of Ponchartrain
• The Bog Down in the Valley-o
• The Crack Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man
• The Crown And The Ring
• The Drunken Sailor
• The Irish Rover
• The Jolly Beggar
• The Leaving of Mullingar
• The Old Triangle
• The Queen of Argyll
• The Spanish Lady
• The Town I Love So Well
• The Wild Rover
• Under the Scotsmans Kilt
• Wat Zullen We Drinken
• Whiskey in the Jar
• William Taylor
• Ye Jacobites
• You Couldn't Have Come At A Better Time