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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dubliners
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim McCann
Songwriter
Lyrics
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman
To ferry me over, my love and I
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all past on now like melting snow
I'll spend my days in this ceaseless roving
Soft is the grass and my bed is free
Oh but to be back now, in Carrickfergus
On that long winding road, down to the sea
Now in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now 'til I get a drink
For I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I'm sick now my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down
Good evening
Well, during the period 1939 to 1945
There was a very big war going on all over the world
They called it World War II everywhere, except, of course, in Ireland
Where we called it The Emergency
Now, during this Emergency
England had suffered a lot from air raids and all that stuff, so
They sent for some of our fellas to go to England and
Help to rebuild essential services
Like houses and roads and bridges and
Probably a few pubs
While they were there, I suppose they helped
To make England into a fit place for Irish people to live in
And a lot of the lads who went over that time
Found work with a man by the name of
Mr. Robert McAlpine, as he was then called
But in the meantime he did away with so many paddies
That they saw fit to make a lord out of him
And on his deathbed
He didn't die in a building, he died in a bed
And when he was dying in his bed, his last words were
Or so they say, was
If the men wish to honour my memory
Let them keep two minutes' silence
But keep the mixer going, and keep paddy behind it
And this is about him and his little gang
Writer(s): Traditional, Ronan Hardiman
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