I walk through the city a stranger in a place I could never call home and cast the sad notion before me in search of my fortunes to roam I weary of workin' and drinkin' my weeks wages left in the bar and Lord it's a shame for to use a friend's name just to beg for the price of a jar
CHORUS I remember that bright April mornin' I left home to travel afar to work till you're dead fro one room and a bed it's not the reason I left Mulingar
This London's a city of heartbreak on Friday there's friends by the score but when the pay's finished on Monday your friend's not your friend anymore I'm weary of workin' and drinkin' from a shovel and pick there's no break and when you're not workin' you're spendin' that fortune you left home to make CHORUS
For every man here who finds fortune and comes home to tell the tale each morning the Broadway is crowded with the manys the thousands who failed So young men of Ireland take warnin' in London you may never find the gold at the end of the rainbow you just may have left it behind