Robbie Malone from Immigration Stories by The Irish Lassies

I have an old friend his name’s Robbie Malone
And a miserable wretch of a man is he
No matter his luck or blessing above
complaints from his mouth come at all times of the day
From Monday to Friday I work on the dockyard
Bewailing my lot and this horrible trade
I’d say Rob don’t you know that there’s food on the table
This kids are all clothed and the mortgage is paid
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Everything in the world, can’t you see it has beauty
Every sound that you hear is a note in the song DGD
I see the world and know that it’s good 
I know that I’m right, Robbie says I’m wrong


Christmas and Easter are my least favorite day’s, no escaping the priest and his homily
Father Jim does his best to proclaiming salvation Robbie just scoffs as if comedy
All priests don’t you know are just liars and scoundrels
They just take your money and and deprive you of fun
But I know that kindness and mercy and healing They come from the Father the Spirit and Son

Red Skies in the morning so better take warning.
Now why would I fear the brush strokes of God? So despite his canvas’ colors forewarning
The sky shows his beauty his power and love.

One night at the bar it was rainin and blowin Old Robbie came in cursing cold and in pain
So I slid him a pint and said here’s to your health Like you need a beer the earth needs the rain

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