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From: Wes Jester <jester@sulu.orl.mmc.com>
Subject: /IRISH/Flight_Of_Earls
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Date: Thu, 24 Jun 93 13:28:06 EDT
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                                    The Flight of Earls
                                                      CAPO  none 


          C              G7       C                     G       C
          I can hear the bells of Dublin, In the lonely waiting room
                  F              Gsus4          G
          And the paper boys are singing in the rain
                  C       G7            C             G            C
          Not too long before they take us, to the airport and the noise
             F                 G7            C
          To get on board that transatlantic plane


          G                                   F                       C
          We've got nothing left to stay for, We have no more left to say
              F                              G           
          And there isn't any work for us to do
             C           G7       C              G                C
          So farewell ye boys and girls, another bloody flight of Earls
                       G7                         C
          Aaragh, this passage is our best export too

          It's not murder, fear or famine, that makes us leave this time,
          We're not going to join McAlpines fusiliers
          We've got brains, and we've got visions, we've got education too,
          But we just can't waist these precious years

          So we walk the streets of London, and the streets of Baltimore,
          And we meet at night at several Boston bars
          We're the leaders of the future, but we're far away from home
          And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars

          As we look on Ellis island, and the Lady in the Bay
          As Manhatten turns to face another Sunday
          We're wondering what you're doing, for to bring us all back home
          As we look forward to another Monday

          Because it's not the work that scares us, We don't mind an honest job
          And I know things will get better once again
          So a thousand times Adieu
          We've got Bono and U2
          All we're missing is the Guiness and the rain

          So switch off your new computers, for the writings on the wall
          We're leaving as our fathers did before
          Take a look at Dublin airport, or the boat theat leaves North Wall
          There'll be no youth unemployment anymore

          Because we're over here in Queensland, and parts of New South Wales
          We're on the seas and airways and the trains
          But if we see better days, those big airplanes go both ways
          And we'll all be coming back to you again
          Yes, we'll all be coming back to you again

--
Wes Jester

......Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of
......a pathological criminal.     Albert Einstein