[C]Dear Danny, I'm taking the pen in my hand,
To[F] tell you we're[C] just out of sight of the[G] land,
grand Allen liner I'm sailing in style,
But I'm[F] sailing a[C]way from the[G] Emerald[C] Isle.
And a long[Em] sort
of sigh seemed to come from us[aM] all
When the[D] waves hit the last bit of[Am] auld Done[G]gal,
Ah, it's[C] well
to be you that is taking your tay (tea),
Where' they're[F] cutting the[C] corn in[G] Creeslough to[C]day.
There's a woman on board who knows Katie by sight,
And we talked of auld times 'til they put out the light.
to meet the good woman tomorrow on deck,
And we'll talk about Katie from here to Quebec,
I know I'm no match for her,
no not the least
With her house and two cows, and her brother a priest.
But the woman declares Katie's heart's on the
While mine's with the reaper's in Creeslough today.
Ah, goodbye to you Danny, no more's to be said,
And I think the salt water's got into my head,
For it drips from
my eyes when I call to my mind
The friends and the colleagues I'm leaving behind.
But still she might wait. When I
bade her goodbye
There was just the least trace of a tear in her eye,
And a brake in her voice when she said,"You might
But, please God you'll return to auld Creeslough, some day."
I spoke to the captain, he won't turn her round
And if I swam back, I'd be apt to be drowned
So here I must stay, oh I've no cause to fret
The dinner was what
you might call a banquet
But though it was "sumpchus", I'd swop the whole lot
For the ould wooden spoon and the stir-about
And sweet Katey Farrell awettin' the tae
Where they're cuttin' the corn in Creeshla the day
If Katey is
courted by Patsey or Mick
Put a word in for me, with a lump of a stick
Don't kill Patsey outright, he has no sort
But Mickey's a rogue, you might murder at once
For Katey might think as the longer she waits
A boy in
the hand is worth two in the States
And she'll promise to honour, to love and obey
Some robber that's roamin' round
Creeshla the day