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  1. Broken Irish

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Broken Irish

I was born in Publin for something I didn’t do
A place there was always trouble in and someone shoutin’ too
I was born both young and innocent and still they gave me life
But I’m glad that I’m an Irishman - and so’s me wife
We had no neighbours sad to say we only had eye witnesses
And thought the guys were gay who preferred the girls to Guinnesses

But I got out – I ran – I didn’t realise ‘til later
I became a self-made man, now I worship me creator
Tho’ to be an exile can be bad not every song is sad
Me, I’m so happy to be here - I won’t be cryin’ in my beer
‘Cos, them oul’ times weren’t always rare and tho’ they call the city fair
If I never saw the place again you know I wouldn’t care

Broken Irish is what we spoke, in a fix but always broke
And a hearty meal to most was two pints and a smoke

When I talk I get a smile ‘cos people like the Emerald Isle
Broken Irish is what I speak but I am not unique
Everybody must be born in one place or another
It was Ireland for me so I’d be closer to me mother
Me Da decided to get fit, sez he,“I’ll walk 3 miles a day”
And in a month or so he was 100 miles away

I come from Ireland, true, I could go back but won’t
Here I play the didgeridoo and sometimes I didgerie don’t
Between the weather and the beer we’re near to paradise
All day the sunshine beats down here and half the bloody night
And the dingos’ endless circling in the blue, blue cloudless sky
With kangaroos on every street and the best laws cash can buy

You took me in I tried to come up to expectations
I did me best to not be shite and to make a few donations
To your world of song and dance and tho’ I’m no Caruso
At least I took the chance when I became a muso
Who started out with nothin’ and still has most of it, alright
Enough to last me all me life if I die tonight

Broken Irish is what we spoke, in a fix but always broke
And a hearty meal to most was two pints and a smoke

© Des Wade 2019