Christy Moore - Trip to Jerusalem lyrics

I'm a stranger here from
Ireland's shore I've been
On the road six months or more
Hikin', workin', travel in style I'm a
Vagabond from Erin's Isle
My sunburned thumb stuck up in the air
Many's the lift from here to there
Cars, buses, vans and trains
In the punishing heat, the snow and the rain

Whack fol the diddle fol the diro day
Whack fol the diddle fol the daro
Mrs dolan, your son he isn't workin'

I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town
Had a drink or two on the journey down
At a railway station called Gare du Nord
I missed my train through garglin' hard
Three days later in Napoli
On a Turkish boat I sailed the sea
Slept in a hot hole down
Below, travelin' tourist class, you know

When the Promised Land came into sight
The customs man gave me a fright
"How much money have you got with
You, Joe?" I bluffed and said
"Fifty pounds or so"
He said, "Shalom, " I said
"Good day" Grabbed me guitar, got fast away
Down to the dessert then I went
Digging up history and livin' in a tent

It was in the Gulf of Aqaba
I met some Paddies and we had a fleadh
Danced through streets of Eilat Town
Sang Sean South of Garryowen
I was travelin', I don't know
You pack your gear, get up and go
Leave the crack for another bout
Could damn well do with a pint of stout