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

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It Almost Breaks My Heart When I Think Of Josephine
I Told Her I'd Be Coming Home With My Pockets Full Of Green

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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

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I Sometimes Hear A Fiddle Play Or Maybe It's A Notion
I Dream I See White Horses Dance Upon That Other Ocean

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It's A Long, Long Way From Clare To Here.