Вступление
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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?"
[Verse 3]
Well I said 'tis true that you're fifty two
And you've never passed Ennistymon
Where would you be going this time of your life
Without a bell on your bi-cycle?
[Chorus]
You'd miss the ceilis 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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Chorus]
You'd miss the ceilis 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
[Break]
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
[Chorus]
You'd miss the ceilis 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
[Chorus]
And you'd miss the ceilis 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
[Outro]
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes