Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Wild Rovers' lament."
(dedicato: Johnny Phelan.)
I WANNA COME HOME, I wanna come home, County Clare-Ireland is where I should be. The chickens in the garden, the salmon in the sea, the shotgun-fire, the pheasant for a feast.
The bagpipes DRONING, the Ceili-hurrah, the gals skip-a-dancing, the Bravoes: Huzzah!"=Accordion-fiddle, a vocal TENOR! I want to come home. I want to come home, that fireside heat.
I want to come HOME, Mama's cooking the Herring, I wanna come home. Has nothing changed and tell me, LET HER KNOW, mistress GERALDINE is she still working on the next farm? Is she still un-attached? Is she still fair?
.... I'm wounded, so many soldiers here now dead but I'm coming on home from the American States civil wars. I'm coming back home. Betcha!-Murphy I'm coming on back!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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