I[Em] walked through this[D] city a[C] stran[G]ger,
in a[F] land I can[C] never call[G] hom[D]e,
And I[Em] cursed the sad[D] notion that[C] caused[G] me,
in[Em] search of my fortune toD] rome.
[2]
Im weary of working and drinking,
a week's wages left by the bar,
And Lord it's a shame to use a friends name,
to beg for the price of a jar.
[Chorus]
I[Em] remember that[D] bright april[C] mor[G]ning,
when I[F] left home to[C] travel[G] a-[D]far,
To[Em] work till your[D] dead for a[C] room and a[G] bed,
It's not the[G] reason I[D] left Mullin[G]gar.
[3]
Oh this London's a city of heartbreak,
on friday there's friends by the score,
But when the pay's finished on monday,
a friend's not your friend anymore.
[4]
Oh a working day seems never ending,
from a shovel and pick there's no break,
But when your not working your spending,
that fortune you left home to make.
[5]
And for everyone here that finds fortune,
and comes home to tell of the tale,
Each morning the broadway is crowed,
with many's the thousant that failed.
[6]
So young men of Ireland take warning,
in London you never will find,
The gold at the end of the rainbow,
you might just have left it behind.
