Wandering minstrel's have no home .
On an Irish road all alone .
Went to Dublin , played in a bar ,
On to Belfast and had a jar .
Sang in Cork city and got paid .
At least my music keeps me fed .
You see I go just where I please ,
Yeah , I'm flowing just like a breeze .
And if people can hear me play
it makes me happy everyday .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-08-10 08:22:12
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