Shamrock Busker

I got the hang of Irish Music

When I saw the Gaelic shore

All my continental fears

Now seem such a bore

The ferry boat took me to Dublin

And the Shannon to the west

To all the people and the hills

My soul likes the best

Now I am a Shamrock busker

All the songs are for the free

All the tunes and Irish airs

Can't stand slavery

We square the circle, start again

We try and try, if all's in vain

We're looking for a brand new morning

Break the chain

Now I am a rambling rover

Roving over hilly land

Lookin' for the final answer

Written in sand

I also jump in at the deep end

Have a stout in Gallway town

Also like the city lights

They can't drag me down

Didn't you know

The Shamrock busker's songs

To Ireland he belongs

With all his wild dreams

Whenever we will play an Irish tune

The Shamrock revives

Whenever we can see a waxing moon

Tim Finnegan will rise