Drawing Little Men In The Ashes

There's a man down the road in a neat abode

And he's thinking of heading for London

He's lost his job, he's stuck for a bob

But there's no use in grumbling

He called today asking, "What would you say

I was thinking of emigrating

And I know that you have been there too

Could you help my situation?"

Well, I said 'tis true that you're 52

And you've never passed Ennistymon

Oh, where would you be going this time of your life

Without a bell on your bicycle?

You'd miss the céilís in the hall

The dog and piebald asses

You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire

Drawing little men in the ashes

Living in the smoke, it is no joke

For the times they are a-changing

From Pakistan to far Japan

Sure they come from every nation

There's Jews and Muslims, Quakers too

Shi'ites and neo-fascists

You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire

Drawing little men in the ashes

You'd miss the céilís in the hall

The dog and piebald asses

You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire

Drawing little men in the ashes

I knew a dozen lads like you

Who thought they'd make a million

They're back with their tails between their legs

Sure they hardly have a shilling

You can't turn back the clock old chap

Or in the air build castles

You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire

Drawing little men in the ashes

You'd miss the céilís in the hall

The dog and piebald asses

You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire

Drawing little men in the ashes

And you'd miss the céilís in the hall

The dog and piebald asses

You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire

Drawing little men in the ashes

You'd be better off sitting at home by the fire

Drawing little men in the ashes