Well there´s four who share the room, and we work hard for the crack
Getting up late on Sunday, I never go to mass

When Friday night comes around and he´s only in the fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I´m too tired for writing

And the only time I feel alright is when I´m into drinking
It eases of the pain a bit and levels out my thinking

Well it almost breaks my heart oh, when I think of Josephine
I promised I´d be coming home with pockets full of green

I dream I hear a piper play and maybe it´s emotion
I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean

It´s a long long way from Clare to here
It´s a long long way from Clare to here
It´s a long long way, it gets further day by day
It´s a long long way from Clare to here