TRIP TO JERUSALEM
(Joe Dolan)

I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore,
Been on the road six months or more.
Hikin', workin', travel in style,
I'm a vagabond from Ireland's Isle.
My sunburned thumb stuck up in the air
Many's the lift from here to there,
Cars, buses, vans and trains
In the punishing heat, the snow and rain

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Whack fol de diddle fel de diro deh
Whack fol de diddle fel de dero
Mrs. Dolan, your son he isn't workin'

I cam from Dublin to Jerusalem town
Had a drink or two on the journey down
At a railway station called Gare du Nord
I missed my train through garglin' hard
Three days later in Napoli
On a Turkish boat I sailed to sea
Slept in a hot hole down below
Travelin' tourist class you know

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When the promised land came into sight
The customs man gave me a fright
'How much money have you got with you, Joe?'
I bluffed and said, 'Fifty pounds or so'
He said, 'Shalom,' I said 'Good day'
Grabbed my gear got fast away.
down to the desert then I went,
diggin' up history, livin' in a tent.

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It was in the Gulf of Aqaba
I met some Paddies and we had a fleadh
Danced throught the streets of Eilat Town
Sang 'Sean South of Garryowen'.
I was travellin', I don't know.
You pack your gear get up and go
Leave the craic for another bout,
Could damn well do with a pinto of stout

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