There's four who share this room as we work hard for the brass
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And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass
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It's a long way from Clare to here
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It's a long way from Clare to here
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It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day
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It's a long way from Clare to here
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When Friday comes around Terry's only into fighting
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My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing
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Chorus
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It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
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I told her I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green
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Chorus
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And the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking
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It eases out the pain a bit and levels out my thinking
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Chorus
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I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it's a notion
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I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean
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Chorus
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It's a long, long way from Clare to here.
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From Clare To Here
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| Ralph McTell |
