Essentially James Joyce
In Georgie orgy Dublin, sensation and sin
Nora was a chambermaid at the Lincoln's Inn
Joyce was playing his guitar and learning how to sing
He'll never be McCormac, he'll never meet the king
He'll betray his mother, he'll defy his god
He will mock his lessers while his betters get the nod
In dreams he'll be in brothels, while flouring his cod
Licentiousness and vice
Essentially James Joyce
For love he'll pay the price
Essentially James Joyce
A breakfast made for Molly, the day begins in ernest
The fiery coal that makes the tea resembles Vulcan's furnace
While memories of lovers past flicker through her mind
The slavish man with a frying pan alights to pull the blind
To second guess her thinking would burn you to a crust
The day is calling, you'd better go as you know you must
For love he'll pay the price
Essentially James Joyce
He has no other choice
Essentially James Joyce
A younger man now waking, down at Sandy Cove
Shaking taunts from braggers, his body aches to rove
He takes his leave with the smell of the sea
To Dublin he will go
History is cruel to forget so many lives
The streets are named for kings and queens, not for men and wives
In exile like Lucifer and blinded in one eye
The shepherd leads us nowhere so nowhere we shall stride
Around the map he made us
Around and 'round we go
'Til Molly shouts "Yes yes, oh yes"
Essentially James Joyce
Nora was a chambermaid at the Lincoln's Inn
Joyce was playing his guitar and learning how to sing
He'll never be McCormac, he'll never meet the king
He'll betray his mother, he'll defy his god
He will mock his lessers while his betters get the nod
In dreams he'll be in brothels, while flouring his cod
Licentiousness and vice
Essentially James Joyce
For love he'll pay the price
Essentially James Joyce
A breakfast made for Molly, the day begins in ernest
The fiery coal that makes the tea resembles Vulcan's furnace
While memories of lovers past flicker through her mind
The slavish man with a frying pan alights to pull the blind
To second guess her thinking would burn you to a crust
The day is calling, you'd better go as you know you must
For love he'll pay the price
Essentially James Joyce
He has no other choice
Essentially James Joyce
A younger man now waking, down at Sandy Cove
Shaking taunts from braggers, his body aches to rove
He takes his leave with the smell of the sea
To Dublin he will go
History is cruel to forget so many lives
The streets are named for kings and queens, not for men and wives
In exile like Lucifer and blinded in one eye
The shepherd leads us nowhere so nowhere we shall stride
Around the map he made us
Around and 'round we go
'Til Molly shouts "Yes yes, oh yes"
Essentially James Joyce
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Writer(s): The Dublin City Rounders
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