Lyrics:

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.