Jerusalem Rap 

(Joe Dolan, arranged by Seven Nations) 



I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore 

I've been on the road six months or me 

Hikin', workin', travelin' in style 

I'm a vagabond from Ireland's isle. 

Me sunburned thumb stuck up in the air 

Many's the lift from here to there 

Cars, buses, vans and trains 

In the punishin' heat, the snow and the rain 



Whack fol the diddle fol the dire ro day 

Whack fol the diddle fol the der oh 

Mrs. Dolan 

Yer son he isn't workin 



I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town 

Had a drink or two on the journey down 

At a railway station called Gare du Nord 

Missed my train through gargling hard 

Three days later in Napoli on a Turkish boat 

I sailed to see, kept in a hot hole down below 

Travelin' tourist class you know 



When the Promised Land came into sight 

The customs man gave me a fright 

"How much money have you got with you Joe?" 

I bluffed and said "50 pounds or so" 

He said "Shalom!" I said "Good day!" 

Grabbed my 'pipes and got fast away 

Down to the desert then I went 

Diggin' up history and livin' in a tent 



It was in the gulf of Acaba 

I met some paddies and we had a fleadh 

Danced through the streets of Eilat town 

Sang Sean South of Garryowen 

I been travelin' I don't know 

Pack your gear, ya ruck & go 

Ya leave the craic for another bout 

Could damn well do with a pint of stout