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I woke up on a Sunday morning
Tired eyes to greet the day
A rucksack full of expectations
Up on dreary Langdon Way
A train awaiting on the platform
The diesel humming high
A one-way ticket stamped for freedom
Time for just one last goodbye
Toora-loor-a-lay, I'm on my way
Making New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been praying, I've been waiting, mister
For this fateful day, toora-loor-a-lay
Took passage on the early water
Waved the mainland sweet goodbye
Lit a cigarette above on top deck
Watched the seagulls soar the sky
I woke up to the sound of laughter and strangers passing by
Stepped upon the land of dreams and had myself a smile
Toora-loor-a-lay, I'm on my way
Making New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been praying, I've been waiting, mister
For this fateful day, toora-loor-a-lay
Met a sham from Cloggy Gingerbread on a New York City street
He was asking if I'd seen the Hurling
And how the hell we'd meet at a bar in Queens
He knew a man that came from my hometown
Then he borrowed 20 dollars 'til his payday came along
Toora-loor-a-lay, I'm on my way
Making New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been praying, I've been waiting, mister
For this fateful day, toora-loor-a-lay
Got some work by Sydney Harbour with a firm from Antrim Town
We were digging up the paving stone, laying concrete piping down
Found a place upon the hill for pints where they said you'd have the craic
They were singing Toora-loor-a-lay saying we're never going back
Toora-loor-a-lay, I'm on my way
Making New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been praying, I've been waiting, mister for this fateful day
Toora-loor-a-lay, I'm on my way
Making New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay
I've been praying, I've been waiting, mister
For this fateful day, toora-loor-a-lay





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