Subject: Lyr Add: TRIP THROUGH HOLYHEAD^^
From:
Fergie
Date: 08 Feb 01 - 04:00 PM
I have these song words on my data base, I don't know its title or anything about it, however I have become very interested in it because it has become clear to me that the place name mentioned in stanza 4 as Ynys Môn is in fact a corruption of Inis Meáin one of the Aran islands. I have a long standing connection with Inis Meáin and I have never heard this song sung there, so I would like to know details; The title, the author, the notation and any existing recordings, I have tried searching Mudcat and I have tried search engines but no luck, will Mudcatters please rise to the challenge.
Fifty-three and the factory's closing,
There's not enough work to go round.
My brother he stuck to the farming
And I headed out for London town,
So Camden and I'm in my lodgings,
The room is both dirty and small,
But the landlady's simple and friendly,
Makes up for the damp on the wall
Makes up for the damp on the wall
Seven-thirty a.m. in the morning,
Myself and the lads on the road,
The noise of the dossiers is deafening
And the work is a sight to behold,
And there's some days a gift sent from Heaven,
It'll bide me until I get paid
It'll pay for the rent and the drinking
And leave me a bit for to save
and leave me a bit for to save
Now I've worked for Laing and for Wimpey,
I've been sent from Billy to Jack,
I've worked till there's nothing left in me
And I've worked till I've broken my back.
Come payday I'm out on the bunter,
there's not a lot else for to do,
I send a few bob to my parents
And the rest is for me and for you
And the rest is for me and for you
Come Christmas I'm standing in Euston,
My brown leather suitcase in hand
And the nine-thirty waiting to take me
Back over to sweet Ynys Môn
And it's out beyond Watford and Rugby,
By Chester I've had my eighth beer
Past Bangor and the cold Straits of Menai
And finally Holyhead Pier
And finally Holyhead Pier
You'd think the whole country of Erin
Was waiting to get on the boat
There are accents from Antrim to Kerry,
From Westport to the high hills of Howth
And in no time we're into Dun Laoghaire,
And the dawn rising clear in the sky
I'm on the last leg of my journey,
It's hello to the fair Aran Isles
Hello to the fair Aran Isles
There's much jubilation and laughter,
It's true that there's no place like home
Well all of my friends and relations
For too soon I have to be gone.
There's not enough work in this country,
There's not enough land to go round
So thousands of others just like me,
We're heading out for London town Heading out for London town
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