hitched my way from Donegal
to Galway
if my thumb didnt work
i would have walked it all the way
first Martin picked me up
and he told me bout the poets
and different races of the UK
he dropped me off outside
of Charlestown
next it was a couple young bucks
on their way to a rally
down in Sligo
they gave me a bag of sweets
next John the travelling bard
gave me a ride
and took me most of the way
to Galway
he bought me a sandwiche
and said i could pay him
back with a pint o murphy
in Lahench
where he would be doing his next gig
in Galway i met Andy,
the London radical,
who told me about the wolf farms
Olly the skunk man,
who just got divorced
and gave me a free bag of irish green
and rolled a lucky joint
I gave the bag to Jason who
was homeless and unemployed,
a victim of hard times
but cheerful nonetheless
he drank me up some
Jamaican rum and irish coffee
in the central park of Galway,
and Robocop the slobber knocker
patrolling around with shit head tattooed
to the backside of his right hand
just below the knuckle
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