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Thread #37174   Message #2691935
Posted By: Joe Offer
01-Aug-09 - 08:54 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: McClory (Pete St. John)
Subject: ADD: McClory (Pete St. John)
Here's a transcription with a few corrections.

(Pete St. John)

I took a train to Belfast, first time for fifteen years,
To see my friend McClory and enjoy the crack and beers.
Nostalgia made me mellow, and the whiskey brought the tears,
When the barman said, "McClory, haven't seen him 'round for years."

"Where is he, then," I said to him, "Where is that friend of mine?--
That hard man who once sang the Sash in Saskatchewan's foul clime,
That Lagan lovin' shipyard son who took the plane with me,
Away from Belfast daydreams in the days in Sixty-Three."

There were times with that McClory, we could not see eye-to-eye,
So we traded friendly insults, and were not afraid to cry.
An ill-matched pair of Paddies, and all we had was snow--
Two Irishmen so different in a land we didn't know.

"Sure, he's been gone since '80," said a docker, drinking brew--
"On a promise to Australia, there was no one left he knew--
The guns and bombs fair broke his heart, not knowing right from wrong."
I went silent - and to the station, there was more than McClory gone!

Source: The Fields of Athenry: Songs of Pete St. John (Soodlum)

(tune available upon request)