There's four who share this room as we work hard for the crack 

And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass 



It's a long way from Clare to here 

It's a long way from Clare to here 

It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day 

It's a long way from Clare to here 



When Friday comes around Terry's only into fighting 

My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing 



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It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine 

I told her I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green 



Chorus 



And the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking 

It sort of eases the pain of it and levels out my thinking 



Chorus



I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it's a notion 

I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean 



Chorus 



It's a long, long way from Clare to here.