Thanks Joe, I have managed to detect most of Byrne's lyrics since, but there are a few bits with which I would appreciate some help. A Google search just gave me the recording so if anybody knows or can make out the missing pieces and post them, I will be so grateful

Suitcase of Paper (Jennifer Byrne)

My suitcase of paper and emerald daydreams,
packed tight with delusions of promise and ...??
My mother said nothing but stared hard in to me,
It was as if for the first time, the very last time.
On a grey misty morning the crossing was dirty,
and the train to the city was loaded with shame(?)
The signs on the doors of the bars and the hostels,
soon set me to wonderin' why ever I came.

So don't think that you know me, or how I might be,
I came here as green as the next woman's son,
and I landed with nothing but a head full of fortune,
as many came with me that year as were born.

But I rose up the next day and every day after,
and I worked and I laboured 'till nothing remained.
I stood on the Broadway, no matter the weather,
just another young buck (?) for the Ganger to break.
"We'll be back home soon," was the song we loved singing,
They call us ....??...... boys, we won't be here long.
The dark early mornings kept coming fr ever,
and letters and ...???.... in the end came too ..??

This is an important song to be added to those written at the time, about the Irish men and women who arrived in London in the 1950s and 60s, and the discrimination that many had to endure.
It has echoes in it of the truth that Ralph McTell chronicled in his "From Clare to here", and I hope that will be heard more often. Fair play to Mike Harding but he hardly understood what he was introducing as merely another song rendered in the folk style. However I, for one, have to thank him for bringing it to my attention.

PS. I must get my "cookie" reinstated ! :-)