Written by Gerry Carney. Taken from Patrick Feeney's debut DVD "The Story So Far" available in all good record stores. P&C 2011 Spotlight Entertainment
One of the great songs of exile. There were so many exiles in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. Many of the" Paddies" in England had a hard life, died young and never saw home again. Its an Ireland that's passing from memory now tg. Nowadays people are educated, travel is much easier and mobile phones enable people to stay in touch. May God be good to all those men who "worked on Sundays" and who lived on "takeaways and tin cans"
Wonderful Song ! Love it ! It has great lyrics and Patrick sings it beautifully ! Magnificent Video ! It is very nicely filmed and really suits the song ! Thank you so much for sharing this fabulous upload ! 5*****+
Doint call them paddies they are Irish men like me father in law who left co mayo in the early thirties and worked very hard in the steel works in middlesbrough and allways went to mass on Sunday rest in peace pat❤️❤️🇮🇪🇮🇪🇮🇪
I said goodbye to Mayo and lifted my old case, I couldn't bare to see the tears roll down my mothers face, My father gave me money, the last few bob he had. Rolled up in a note that read, ''Your Ever Loving Dad'' I cried my tears in Dublin as the big ship pulled away, I thought of all the things I wished, I hadn't time to say. I started workin' London, and I thought all day of home. I a place all full of people, yet I was so alone. I haven't been to Church since I left Ireland, I work on Sunday's I'm ashamed to say I'm living out of take a-ways and tin cans. And yes I got your letter yesterday. I lied a little to you when I said that I done well, For things can change tomorrow, you can never tell, I'm coming home next summer, for you want to sign to me, The ten acres and our fishing boat, and the cottage by the sea. I haven't been to Church since I left Ireland, I work on Sunday's I'm ashamed to say I'm living out of take a-ways and tin cans. And yes I got your letter yesterday. Well the summer passed so quickly and I never made it home, I'm too old now for working, and I'm living all alone. But when I've had too much to drink, through the tears I see. The ten aces and the fishing boat and our cottage by the sea. I haven't been to Church since I left Ireland, I work on Sunday's I'm ashamed to say I'm living out of take a-ways and tin cans. And yes I got your letter yesterday.
how man"old"irish does this refer to,seems like me are all the same,like" galway john "from Declan nerney,another great sad irish song,also "paddy"by Gerry carney,the man who wrote this one.
