There's a man down the road in a neat abode
And he's thinking of heading for London
He's lost his job, he's stuck for a bob
But there's no use in grumbling
He called today asking, "What would you say
I was thinking of emigrating
And I know that you have been there too
Could you help my situation?"
Well, I said 'tis true that you're 52
And you've never passed Ennistymon
Oh, where would you be going this time of your life
Without a bell on your bicycle?
You'd miss the céilís in the hall
The dog and piebald asses
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes
Living in the smoke, it is no joke
For the times they are a-changing
From Pakistan to far Japan
Sure they come from every nation
There's Jews and Muslims, Quakers too
Shi'ites and neo-fascists
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes
You'd miss the céilís in the hall
The dog and piebald asses
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes
I knew a dozen lads like you
Who thought they'd make a million
They're back with their tails between their legs
Sure they hardly have a shilling
You can't turn back the clock old chap
Or in the air build castles
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes
You'd miss the céilís in the hall
The dog and piebald asses
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes
And you'd miss the céilís in the hall
The dog and piebald asses
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes
You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire
Drawing little men in the ashes
