| I can hear the bells of Dublin | 
| In this lonely waiting room | 
| And the paperboys are singin' | 
| In the rain | 
| Not too long be fore they take us To the airport and the noise | 
| To get on board | 
| A transat-lantic plane | 
| We’ve got nothin' left to stay for, | 
| We had no more left to say | 
| And there isn’t any work for us to do | 
| So fare well ye boys and girls, | 
| Another bloody Flight of Earls | 
| Our best asset is our best export, too | 
| It’s not murder, fear or famine | 
| That makes us leave this time | 
| We’re not going to join | 
| McAlpine’s Fusileers | 
| We’ve got brains, and we’ve got visions, we’ve got education, too! | 
| But we just can’t throw away | 
| These precious years | 
| So we walk the streets of London, | 
| And the streets of Baltimore | 
| And we meet at night | 
| In several Boston bars | 
| We’re the leaders of the future | 
| But we’re far away from home | 
| And we dream of you | 
| Beneath the Irish stars | 
| As we look on Ellis Island, | 
| And the Lady in the bay | 
| And Manhattan turns to face | 
| Another Sunday | 
| We just wonder what you’re doing | 
| To bring us all back home | 
| As we look forward to another Monday | 
| Because it’s not the work | 
| That scares us We don’t mind an honest job | 
| And we know things will get better | 
| Once again | 
| So a thousand times adieu, | 
| We’ve got Bono and U2 | 
| All we’re missin' | 
| Is the Guinness, and the rain | 
| So switch off your new computers | 
| 'Cause the writing’s on the wall | 
| We’re leaving as our fathers did before | 
| Take a look at Dublin airport, or the boat that leaves North Wall | 
| There’ll be no Youth Unemployment | 
| Any more | 
| Because we’re over here in Queensland, | 
| And in parts of New South Wales | 
| We’re on the seas and airways | 
| And the trains | 
| But if we see better days, | 
| Those big airplanes go both ways | 
| And we’ll all be comin' back to you again! |