From Clare To Here (McTell Ralph)

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