I walked through this city a stranger,
in a land I can never call home,
And I cursed the sad notion that caused me,
in search of my fortune to rome.
I’m weary of working and drinking,
a week's wages left in the bar,
And Lord it's a shame to use a friends name,
to beg for the price of a jar.
Chorus:
I remember that bright April morning,
when I left home to travel afar,
To work till your dead for a room and a bed,
It's not the reason I left Mullingar.
Oh this London's a city of heartbreak,
on Friday there's friends by the score,
But when the pay's finished on Monday,
a friend's not your friend anymore.
Oh a working day seems never ending,
from a shovel and pick there's no break,
But when your not working your spending,
that fortune you left home to make.
Chorus:
I remember that bright April morning,
when I left home to travel afar,
To work till your dead for a room and a bed,
It's not the reason I left Mullin gar.
And for everyone here that finds fortune,
and comes home to tell of the tale,
Each morning the Broadway is crowded,
with many's the thousand that failed.
So young men of Ireland take warning,
In London you never will find,
The gold at the end of the rainbow,
you might just have left it behind
Chorus:
I remember that bright April morning,
when I left home to travel afar,
To work till your dead for a room and a bed,
It's not the reason I left Mullingar.