© 2000, W. S. Messer
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I am an Irishman by birth, and I’ve come into your nation
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To discover what I’m worth at some other occupation
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I used to be a clerk, before my immigration
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And I sure could use some work, and I want a situation
I have some experience, and a well known reputation
In Ireland’s defense against the British exploitation
But I’m willing to be trained, and I don’t mind relocation
And in case I’ve not explained: I want a situation
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Oh lord, what do you know; another mother’s son is on the dole
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Oh lord, what do you know; another mother’s son has lost his soul
I have been a deportee, and I’ve faced discrimination
I’ve been under lock and key, poverty and near starvation
And if I might just add, as I make this application
That I want so very bad to get a decent situation
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If you’ll excuse my bein’ bold, but I’ve had some confirmation
That American streets are paved with gold; now, that’s some decoration
I am no sort of slob, though I’ve no sophistication
And I sure can use a job, and I want a situation
Oh lord, what do you know; another mother’s son is on the dole
Oh lord, what do you know; another mother’s son has lost his soul
I am an Irishman by birth, and I’ve come into your nation
To discover what I’m worth at some other occupation
And I want a situation
And I need a situation