| WE LEFT OUR HOME IN IRELAND MANY YEARS AGO
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| AND CROSSED THE WIDE ATLANTIC TO A PLACE CALLED MIMICO
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| JUST OUTSIDE TORONTO WE STARTED OUR NEW LIFE
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| FAR FROM DEAR OULD IRELAND HER TROUBLES AND HER STRIFE
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| RAISED WITH LOVE AND MUSIC WE KNEW THE OLD SONGS WELL
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| I MET BIG JIM FROM BELFAST AND TOGETHER WE DID GELL
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| IT WAS DERRY’S QUAY AND BRIGID FLYNN AND WHISKEY IN THE JAR
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| WHEN JOE WOULD SING KELLSWATER THERE WAS QUIET IN THE BAR
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| A BAND WITHOUT A COUNTRY A BAND WITHOUT A HOME
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| AND YET WE’RE ALWAYS WELCOME NO MATTER WHERE WE ROAM
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| NO ONE WANTS TO CLAIM US NO ONE KNOWS WE’RE THERE
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| A BAND WITHOUT A COUNTRY IS OUR CROSS TO BEAR
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| WE TRAVELLED CROSS THE COUNTRY TO CANADA’S WESTERN SHORE
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| WILL WAS SINGING CHILDREN’S SONGS ‘TWAS THERE HE JUMPED ON BOARD
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| WE LEFT FOR CALIFORNIA WITH A POCEKTFUL OF DREAMS
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| THE GOODSHIP IRISH ROVER WAS SAILING AT FULL STEAM
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| THE ICEHOUSE AND THE TROUBADOUR BECAME OUR STOMPING GROUNDS
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| THE PURPLE ONION HUNGRY i THE CIRCUIT WE WENT ROUND
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| THE BITTEREND THE LUMBERMILL AND MECCA WERE THE CREAM
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| WE PLAYED THEM ALL FROM EAST TO WEST AND ALL SPOTS IN BETWEEN
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| SHEL WAS WRITING STORES AND SINGING ON THE SIDE
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| HE LET US HAVE HIS UNICORN AND WE TOOK IT FOR A RIDE
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| IT SERVED US WELL A GOOD FEW YEARS FIFTY COMES TO MIND
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| WHEREVER WE WENT ROVING ROUND PROVIDENCE WAS KIND
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| NOT IRISH ENOUGH FOR IRELAND THAT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND
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| AND CANADA TURNED HER BACK BECAUSE WE’RE NOT FROM NEWFOUNDLAND
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| SO WE’LL LEAVE IT TO THE PEOPLE OUR FANS BEYOND COMPARE
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| THE ONES WHO HEAR THE MUSIC OF THE BOYS FROM GOD KNOWS WHERE
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| GOLD RECORDS ON THE WALL A DOORWAY TO THE PAST
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| MEMORIES TO PONDER ON BUT MEMORIES NEVER LAST
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| BUT MUSIC LIVES FOREVER AND WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE A SONG
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| BUT STILL I HAVE TO WONDER WHERE THE HELL DO WE BELONG |