Drawing Little Men In the Ashes

There's a man down the road in a neat abode And he's thinking of heading for London He's lost his job, he's stuck for a bob But there's no use in grumbling He called today asking, "What would you say I was thinking of emigrating And I know that you have been there too Could you help my situation?" Well, I said 'tis true that you're 52 And you've never passed Ennistymon Oh, where would you be going this time of your life Without a bell on your bicycle? You'd miss the céilís in the hall The dog and piebald asses You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire Drawing little men in the ashes Living in the smoke, it is no joke For the times they are a-changing From Pakistan to far Japan Sure they come from every nation There's Jews and Muslims, Quakers too Shi'ites and neo-fascists You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire Drawing little men in the ashes You'd miss the céilís in the hall The dog and piebald asses You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire Drawing little men in the ashes I knew a dozen lads like you Who thought they'd make a million They're back with their tails between their legs Sure they hardly have a shilling You can't turn back the clock old chap Or in the air build castles You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire Drawing little men in the ashes You'd miss the céilís in the hall The dog and piebald asses You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire Drawing little men in the ashes And you'd miss the céilís in the hall The dog and piebald asses You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire Drawing little men in the ashes You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire Drawing little men in the ashes