It was 1962 and I was
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two years out of school
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When I got on board a boat
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That was bound for Liverpool
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The day we sailed away
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I remember it so well
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Took a look at the North Wall
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And bid a fond farewell
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It's a hard thing to leave the land
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of your childhood
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Touched by the rivers
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And kissed by the sea
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The places you played
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with your childhood companions
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To leave dear old Ireland and
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Mother Mo Chroi
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Though I am going far away
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And I may never return here
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There is one thing
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that I'll keep within me
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Deep in my heart a furious devotion
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The love of old Ireland and Mother Mo Chroi
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On the top of the Pentonville Road
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I saw the sun setting
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The town laid out before me
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Looked beautiful to me
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Away from all the sighing
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The suffering and the dying
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I dreamed of the future
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The young and the free
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But the years they go by quickly
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Now I know I can't remain here
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Where each day brings me closer
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To that final misery
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My kids will never scrape shit round here
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And I won't die crying in a pint of beer
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I'm going back to Ireland and my Mother Mo Chroi
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Mother Mo Chroi
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Shane MacGowan & The Popes |