I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room And the paperboys are singin' in the rain Not too long before they take us to the airport and the noise To get on board a transatlantic plane We've got nothin' left to stay for, We had no more left to say And there isn't any work for us to do So farewell ye boys and girls; Another bloody Flight of Earls 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 Fusileers We've got brains, and we've got visions; we've got education, too! But we just can't 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 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 arduous job And we know things will get better once again So a thousand times adieu, We've got Bono and U2! All we're missin' is the Guiness, and the rain So switch off your 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 North Wall There'll be no Youth Unemployment any more.... Because we're over here in Queensland, And in parts of New South Wales We're on the seas and airways and the trains But if we see better days, Those big airplanes go both ways And we'll all be comin' back to you again!
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