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Tryin to sleep one night in Yonkers, me ould brain was going bonkers Reminiscing of the days of long ago I got a sudden inspiration, that the planet's best creation Was me mother from the County of Mayo Chorus It was her who taught me how to think, to buy the fags and watch the drink And to sing the notes of sol fa me ray doe Sure there was no television then, but she was full of wisdom That's me mother from the County of Mayo She'd be up at six each mornin' she'd be stretchin' she'd be yawnin' But I never saw her face without a smile oh no With the poking at the fire on the bog or in the byre She'd be always neat and tidy dressed in style Twas the curse of emigration, unemployment and stagnation Forced me for to leave my people and my home With me father there beside her she slipped me a faded fiver Saying "There's a bob or two to keep you goin'" She said son I'll tell you one thing, and I'll tell you now for nothing There's one thing in this world and that's for sure I know If you let the man above you teach you how to live and love him You'll be always happy whether rich or poor Me ould mother from the County of Mayo (Dermot Henry) |