Jerusalem Rap

I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shoreI've been on the road six months or meHikin', workin', travelin' in styleI'm a vagabond from Ireland's isle.Me sunburned thumb stuck up in the airMany's the lift from here to thereCars, buses, vans and trainsIn the punishin' heat, the snow and the rainWhack fol the diddle fol the dire ro dayWhack fol the diddle fol the der ohMrs. DolanYer son he isn't workinI came from Dublin to Jerusalem townHad a drink or two on the journey downAt a railway station called Gare du NordMissed my train through gargling hardThree days later in Napoli on a Turkish boatI sailed to see, kept in a hot hole down belowTravelin' tourist class you knowWhen the Promised Land came into sightThe customs man gave me a fright"How much money have you got with you Joe?"I bluffed and said "50 pounds or so"He said "Shalom!" I said "Good day!"Grabbed my 'pipes and got fast awayDown to the desert then I wentDiggin' up history and livin' in a tentIt was in the gulf of AcabaI met some paddies and we had a fleadhDanced through the streets of Eilat townSang Sean South of GarryowenI been travelin' I don't knowPack your gear, ya ruck & goYa leave the craic for another boutCould damn well do with a pint of stout