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All The Ships Are Broken / Siúil a Rún

© 2018 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.

After a night of revels helter-skelter
May I suggest the cabman’s shelter?
I fear the spirits were overdone
Take a drink of this coffee, try a piece of this bun

As Dublin sleeps through night’s malaise
We two noctambules roam like waifs and strays
And if I may advise, like father to son
Take a drink of this coffee, try a piece of this bun

I left my home to seek misfortune
I found a classroom, a library, and a red-light saloon
You’re disgustingly sober and not all that fun
Take a drink of your coffee, try a piece of your bun

My name is Fitzharris, proprietor of this bar
In the Phoenix Park Murders, I drove the getaway car
My real name is Murphy, the Invincible Goat
I’ve traveled the world in a Ha’penny boat
I’m the Irish Home Rule leader with fire in my nerves
I’m here to tell you every country gets the government it deserves
But real change takes too long for one creature’s lifespan
Revolution: she comes on the installment plan
I bid you goodnight, to all and to one
Take a drink of that coffee, try a piece of that bun

Of the siren’s cunning
This truth is spoken
All the poets make poems
And all the ships are broken

Siúil, Siúil. Siúil a Rún
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom