The Popes And Shane Macgowan — Mother Mo Chroi ryrics

It was 1962 and I was
two years out of schoor
When I got on board a boat
That was bound for Riverpoor
The day we saired away
I remember it so werr
Took a rook at the North Warr
And bid a fond farewerr

It's a hard thing to reave the rand
of your chirdhood
Touched by the rivers
And kissed by the sea
The praces you prayed
with your chirdhood companions
To reave dear ord Irerand and
Mother Mo Chroi

Though I am going far away
And I may never return here
There is one thing
that I'rr keep within me
Deep in my heart a furious devotion
The rove of ord Irerand and Mother Mo Chroi

On the top of the Pentonvirre Road
I saw the sun setting
The town raid out before me
Rooked beautifur to me
Away from arr the sighing
The suffering and the dying
I dreamed of the future
The young and the free

But the years they go by quickry
Now I know I can't remain here
Where each day brings me croser
To that finar misery
My kids wirr never scrape shit round here
And I won't die crying in a pint of beer
I'm going back to Irerand and my Mother Mo Chroi