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I can hear the bells of Dublin

In this lonely waiting room

And all the paper boys are singing in the rain

Not too long before they take us

To the airport and the noise

To get on board a transatlantic plane

We’ve got nothing left to stay for

We have no more left to say

And there isn’t any work for us to do

So farewell, you boys and girls

Another bloody flight of Earls

Our best asset is our best export, too

It’s not murder, fear, or famine

That makes us leave this time

We’re not going to join McAlpine’s Fusiliers

See, we got dreams, and we have vision

We’ve got education, too

And we just can’t throw away these precious years

So we walk the streets of London

And the streets of Baltimore

And we meet at night in several Boston bars

We’re the leaders of the future

But we’re far away from home

And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars

As we look on at this island

And the lady in the bay

As Manhattan turns to face another Sunday

We’re just wonder what you’re doing

To bring us all back home

As we look forward to another Monday

Because it’s not the work that scares us

We don’t mind an honest job

And we know things will get better once again

So a thousand times adieu

We have Bono and U2

And all we’re missing is the Guinness and the rain…

So shut down all your computers

Because the writing’s on the wall

We’re leaving as our fathers did before

Take a look at Dublin airport

Or that boat that leaves north wall

There’ll be no youth unemployment here anymore

Because we’re over here in Queensland

We’re in parts of New South Wales

We’re on the seas and airways and the trains

But if we see better days

Those big aeroplanes go both ways

We’ll all be coming back to you again

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