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FLIGHT OF EARLS
(By Liam Reilly)

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  I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room,
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  And the paperboys are singing in the rain,
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  Not too long before they take us to the airport and the noise
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  To get on board a transatlantic plane.
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  We've got nothing left to stay for. We have no more left to say.
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  And there isn't any work for us to do.
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  So farewell, you boys and girls: another bloody flight of Earls.
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  Our best asset is our best export too.

It's not murder, fear or famine that makes us leave this time.
We're not going to join McAlpine's fusiliers.
We've got brains and we've got vision. We've got education, too.
But we can't just throw away these precious years.
So we walk the streets of London and the streets of Baltimore,
And we meet at night in several Boston bars.
We're the leaders of the future, but we're far away from home,
And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars.

As we look on Ellis Island and the Lady in the Bay,
And Manhattan turns to face another Sunday,
We just wonder what you're doing for to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday.
Because it's not the work that scares us; we don't mind an honest job;
And we know things will get better once again.
So a thousand times adieu. We've got Bono and U2,
And all we're missing is the Guinness and the rain.

So switch off our new computers 'cause the writing's on the wall.
We're leaving as our fathers did before.
Take a look at Dublin airport or the boat that leaves Northwall.
There'll be no youth unemployment anymore,
Because we're over here in Queensland and in parts of New South Wales.
We're on the seas and airways and the trains.
And if we see better days, those big airplanes go both ways,
And we'll all be coming home to you again.