Wandering minstrel's they have no home on an Irish road they're all alone .
I went to Dublin played in a bar and on to Belfast where I had a jar .
You see I go just where I please and I'm flowing just like a breeze .
Then when people can hear me play it makes me happy everyday .
Storytellers and poets too they have a calling in life to do
just like a minstrel I travel round from Belfast and up to Down
Sang in Cork city and got squarely paid at least my music it keeps me fed .
So on the way up Blarney Street there's' always music at my feet
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-02-10 15:49:14
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