| Song | Mother Mo Chroi |
| Artist | Shane MacGowan |
| Album | Crock of Gold |
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| 作曲 : MacGowan | |
| It was 1962 and I was two years out of school | |
| When I got on board a boat | |
| That was bound for Liverpool | |
| The day we sailed away | |
| I remember it so well | |
| Took a look at the North Wall | |
| And bid a fond farewell | |
| It's a hard thing to leave | |
| The land of your childhood | |
| Touched by the rivers | |
| And kissed by the sea | |
| The places you played | |
| With your childhood companions | |
| To leave dear old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| Though I'm going far away | |
| And I may never return here | |
| There is one thing | |
| I always will keep within me | |
| Deep in my heart a furious devotion | |
| The love of old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| Though I'm going far away | |
| And I may never return here | |
| There is always one thing | |
| I'll keep within me | |
| Deep in my heart a furious devotion | |
| The love of old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| At the top of Pentonville Road | |
| I saw the sun setting | |
| The town laid out before me | |
| Looked beautiful to me | |
| Away from all the sighing | |
| The suffering and the dying | |
| I dreamed of the future | |
| The young and the free | |
| But the years they go by quickly | |
| Now I know I can't remain here | |
| Where each day brings me closer | |
| To that final misery | |
| My kids will never scrape shit round here | |
| And I won't die crying in a pint of beer | |
| I'm going back to Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi |
| zuo qu : MacGowan | |
| It was 1962 and I was two years out of school | |
| When I got on board a boat | |
| That was bound for Liverpool | |
| The day we sailed away | |
| I remember it so well | |
| Took a look at the North Wall | |
| And bid a fond farewell | |
| It' s a hard thing to leave | |
| The land of your childhood | |
| Touched by the rivers | |
| And kissed by the sea | |
| The places you played | |
| With your childhood companions | |
| To leave dear old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| Though I' m going far away | |
| And I may never return here | |
| There is one thing | |
| I always will keep within me | |
| Deep in my heart a furious devotion | |
| The love of old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| Though I' m going far away | |
| And I may never return here | |
| There is always one thing | |
| I' ll keep within me | |
| Deep in my heart a furious devotion | |
| The love of old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| At the top of Pentonville Road | |
| I saw the sun setting | |
| The town laid out before me | |
| Looked beautiful to me | |
| Away from all the sighing | |
| The suffering and the dying | |
| I dreamed of the future | |
| The young and the free | |
| But the years they go by quickly | |
| Now I know I can' t remain here | |
| Where each day brings me closer | |
| To that final misery | |
| My kids will never scrape shit round here | |
| And I won' t die crying in a pint of beer | |
| I' m going back to Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi |
| zuò qǔ : MacGowan | |
| It was 1962 and I was two years out of school | |
| When I got on board a boat | |
| That was bound for Liverpool | |
| The day we sailed away | |
| I remember it so well | |
| Took a look at the North Wall | |
| And bid a fond farewell | |
| It' s a hard thing to leave | |
| The land of your childhood | |
| Touched by the rivers | |
| And kissed by the sea | |
| The places you played | |
| With your childhood companions | |
| To leave dear old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| Though I' m going far away | |
| And I may never return here | |
| There is one thing | |
| I always will keep within me | |
| Deep in my heart a furious devotion | |
| The love of old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| Though I' m going far away | |
| And I may never return here | |
| There is always one thing | |
| I' ll keep within me | |
| Deep in my heart a furious devotion | |
| The love of old Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi | |
| At the top of Pentonville Road | |
| I saw the sun setting | |
| The town laid out before me | |
| Looked beautiful to me | |
| Away from all the sighing | |
| The suffering and the dying | |
| I dreamed of the future | |
| The young and the free | |
| But the years they go by quickly | |
| Now I know I can' t remain here | |
| Where each day brings me closer | |
| To that final misery | |
| My kids will never scrape shit round here | |
| And I won' t die crying in a pint of beer | |
| I' m going back to Ireland | |
| And Mother Mo Chroi |