Текст, перевод и аккорды “A Son in Amerikay”
- A long time ago in the county Mayo me story it first began Before this land it was finally cured by the first economical plan A brave young man had to leave his home and sail far over the sea But he got well paid in the job and he stayed on the shores of Amerikay He got on very well but he sent nothing home and his mother began to think That maybe he run away with the blonde or he spent all his money on drink So she wrote him a letter enquiring the news and she sent it strait away And upon the cover she carefully wrote: "To My son in Amerikay" Well, the postman collected she letter she wrote and he drove in his van to Cork Where he placed it on board of the ship in Cobh that landed in New York And there with the whiskey and everything else the mailbags lay on the quay And among the rest was the letter addressed to "My son in Amerikay" Oh, American postmen I needn't relate they are rather like me and you And when at last to this letter they came, they didn't know what to do They looked up all the official lists but these had nothing to say There was no directory could help'em to find a "Son in Amerikay" So it lay round the office for months and years and it gave all the boys to laugh Until at length it found some use in training of the staff To every new postman who came on the job it was shown as Example "A" That was insufficiently addressed to "My son in Amerikay" But the son he got older and wiser too and one day to himself he said: "Oh, how are things going with me mother at home and is she alive or dead?" He walked round the block to the GPO where he stood with his cap in his hand: "By any chance there'd be a letter for me from me mother in Ireland?" O yes, kind sir, and here it is we've been waiting for you to call We knew someone someday will come from Cork or old Donegal From the two hundred million that's living now in the whole of the USA For a mother in Ireland at last we have found a Son in Amerikay!
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