Bm
I am an Irish man by birth
F#m Bm
And I’ve come into your nation
F#m A F#m Em
To discover what I’m worth
Bm F#m Bm
At some other occupation
I used to be a clerk
Before my immigration
And I sure could use some work
And I want a situation
Em
Bm
Oh, Lord, what do you know, another mother’s son is on
the dole
Em
F#
Oh, Lord, what do you know, another mother’s son has
lost his soul
I have some experience
And a well-known reputation
In Ireland’s
defense against
The British exploitation
And I’m willing to be trained
And I don’t mind relocation
And in case I’ve not explained
I need a situation
I’ve been a deportee
And I’ve faced discrimination
I’ve been under lock and key
Poverty and near starvation
And if I might just add
As I make this application
That I want so very bad
To get a decent situation
If you’ll excuse my bein’ bold
But I’ve had some confirmation
That American streets are paved
with gold
Now that’s some decoration
I am no sort of slob
Though I’ve no sophistication
But I really need a job
And I want a situation