From belfast town I’m on me way,
On a ship that was built for the tourist trade,
Oh I leave me friends and the land where I was born,
And I wont come back til me fortune is made.
And I served me time with the island men,
And I know good times and work a plenty,
But there’s no work now,
In these troubled times,
And the shipyard's slips there lie empty.
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