I woke upon a Sunday morning Tired eyes to great the day A rucksack full of expectations Up on dreary Langton Way The train awaiting on the platform The bees all humming high A one way ticket stamped for freedom Time for just one last goodbye Toora loora lay I'm on my way Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay I've been praying I've been waiting mister For this fateful day Toora loora lay Took passage on the early water Waved the mainland sweet goodbye Lit a cigarette above on top deck' Watched the seagulls soar the sky I woke up to the sound of laughter And the strangers passing by Stepped upon the land of dreams And had myself a smile Toora loora lay I'm on my way Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay I've been praying I've been waiting mister For this fateful day Toora loora lay Met a sham from Blarney, ginger red On a New York City street He was asking if I'd seen the hurling And how the hell we'd meet At a bar in Queens He knew a man that came from my hometown Then he borrowed twenty dollars Till his pay day came around Toora loora lay I'm on my way Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay I've been praying I've been waiting mister For this fateful day Toora loora lay I got some work by Sydney Harbour With a firm from Antrim town We were digging up the paving stones Laying concrete piping down Found a place up on the hill for pints Where they said you'd have to craic They were singing toora loora lay Saying we're never going back Toora loora lay I'm on my way Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay I've been praying I've been waiting mister For this fateful day Toora loora lay I'm on my way Make it New York City, San Francisco, Botany Bay I've been praying I've been waiting mister For this fateful day Toora loora lay