To the Sea

To The Sea

It’s an old tale of woe from a working man’s view
You toil for your wages and dream of your youth
When life worth the livin’ was being part of a crew
Sailin’ out on the old Kerry Blue

It’s all you imagine you’ll do with your life
When you wake in the Morning with a child and a wife
When the baby cries hungry, there’s no time for pride
Or dreams of a Tralee Bay tide

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And, Ah, down in Limerick the boys sail away
And I work the low road through another long day
And the Shannon flows on to where I long to be
Through the green hills of Ireland and on to the sea

Well the time fades away like the mist on the moors
And your mind wanders back to the sea and the shore
And the spell of it holds you and won’t let you go
Like so many lads that you know

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