Irish Post — текст песни (The Saw Doctors)

I wrote her name and address on the back of a cigarette pack
I didn`t know then that I`d never be goin` back
the ferry was leaving when we pulled up to the quay
When we reached Hollyhead I was as sick as I could be
I didn`t choose this way they made me go
I was a week on the job and I wanted to go back home
What I wouldn`t do for a glimpse of the Christmas tree
hear all your voices callin` me
if I go back home again I`ll just be hanging `round
Maybe next year if my ship doesn`t run aground
I should`ve listened to my brother Moran when he said
I was a fool, but it`s too late now and I didn`t make the rules
Oh, God, please have mercy on me
I`m all alone in another man`s city
I`m not askin` for much just wanta go back home
see Mam and Dad and the boys, oh, God!
I should`ve listened to my brother Moran when he said
I was a fool, but it`s too late now and I didn`t make the rules
Oh, God, please have mercy on me
I`m all alone in another man`s city
I`m not askin` for much just wanta go back home
See Mam and Dad and the boys, oh, God!
Just see Mam and Dad and the boys, oh, God!