In the local pub the Banks of my own lovely Lee he does sing
Jim who was raised in the glory days of Christy Ring
In the City of Cork by the River Lee
He first saw light of day in March nineteen fifty three
Without a son or a daughter or a partner or wife
He seems quite content in his batchelor life
He is in the pub almost every night
With a smile on his face he seems happy and bright
On a retirement pension in his late sixties his receding hair grey
He retired as a long distance truck driver this year in May
Often drove from from Melbourne via Sydney to Brisbane on freeways and highways up and down
And often slept in truck stops in his truck cab in many a country town
He may be physically ageing but his memory serves him well
Of his long distant travels he has many stories to tell
Among the truckie community he is wiodely known
There is truth in the saying of to each their own
Far north of Australia his journey in life began
The man may leave his Country but his Country does not leave the man
The accent of Cork City he does retain
Until the days he does die in him it will remain
A likeable fellow he has many a friend
In this southern Land his life's journey may end
At his happiest in the local pub in the hour of song
Where he often does lead in the sing along.
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