A Farewell at Dublin Airport

As I sad farwell to Scaramouche, as she sett back to Norway after spending this weekend here in Dublin, and left the Departure hall at the Airport i finally felt the words, the content, of the Wolfe Tones song, Flight of the Earls. Heard it for my first time some four weeks ago nearly as a mistake, but now I realize the felling beyond the words as I put myself inside one of the local busses towards Dublin, and suddenlly realized that the autumn were upon us; walking down O'Connell Street waching the last leafes falling to the sidewalk, how grey and dark the buildings faceing the street had become and feeling the frezing winds and feel the icey rain. Perhaps a cliché, but as we did find out, IRELAND is huge a cliché, or rather a parody on its self...so that can't be wrong.

Dedicated to this morning.

I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room

And the paperboys are singin'in the rain

Not too long before they take us to the airport and the noise

To get on board a transatlantic 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 farewell 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 awaythese 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 faceanother Sunday

We just wonder what you're doingto 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 airwaysand the trains

But if we see better days,

Those big airplanes go both ways

And we'll all be comin' back to you again!