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Christy Moore Trip To Jerusalem


I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore; I've been on
the road six months or more
Hikin', workin', travel in style; I'm a vagabond from
Erin's Isle
My sunburned thumb stuck up in the air, many's the lift
from here to there
Cars, buses, vans and trains, in the punishing heat,
the snow and the rain

Chorus:
Whack fol the diddle fol the diro day
Whack fol the diddle fol the daro
Mrs. Dolan, your son he isn't workin'

I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town, had a drink or
two on the journey down
At a railway station called Gare du Nord, I missed my
train through garglin' hard
Three days later in Napoli, on a Turkish boat I sailed
the sea
Slept in a hot hole down below, travelin' tourist
class, you know

Chorus

When the Promised Land came into sight, the customs man
gave me a fright
"How much money have you got with you, Joe?" I bluffed
and said, "Fifty pounds or so."
He said, "Shalom," I said, "Good day." Grabbed me
guitar, got fast away
Down to the dessert then I went, digging up history and
livin' in a tent

Chorus

It was in the Gulf of Aqaba, I met some Paddies and we
had a fleadh
Danced through streets of Eilat Town, sang Sean South
of Garryowen
I was travelin', I don't know, you pack your gear, get
up and go
Leave the crack for another bout, could damn well do
with a pint of stout

Chorus

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