'Fields Of Dublin 4' - Eleanor McEvoy

What’s grubbing up

A little bit sleazy

We’re taking no time

For taking it easy

We’re taking all we can

And losing our souls

We scrub around

A little untidy

We’re working like dogs

Monday to Friday

Just one narrow way

From losing control

How’d we get it so wrong?

How’d we get it so right?

How’d we get to become this overnight?

How’d we get it so bad?

How’d we get it so good?

How’d we get to become our livelihoods?

I never thought we would…

We’re walking our wardrobes

Studded with labours

We’ve sushi and tofu

Served on our tables

Take that grande latte

To go

We’re texting our friends

'cause we’ve no time to meet them

Kids in a crash

No time to see them

I think this tiger’s turned

Out of control

How’d we get it so wrong?

How’d we get it so right?

How’d we get to become this overnight?

How’d we get it so bad?

How’d we get it so good?

How’d we get to become our livelihoods?

And maybe we should

Take it back to the bad old days

When a lap of the beets put you high above the lot

Bring us back to the good old days

When we’d all day lunches

And we’d talk of

How we had it so wrong

But we had it so right

And it couldn’t be altered overnight

When we had it so bad

But we had it so good

To struggle to eke our livelihood

How’d we get it so wrong?

How’d we get it so right?

How’d we get to become this overnight?

How’d we get it so bad?

How’d we get it so good?

How’d we get to become our livelihoods?

How’d we get it so wrong?

How’d we get it so right?

How’d we get to become this overnight?

How’d we get it so bad?

How’d we get it so good?

How’d we get to become our livelihoods?