I'm leaving dear old Ireland, I can no longer stay
I have decided to sail west, ore to the U.S.A.
There
are many different reasons that have urged me on to go
And leave the place where I was born, around the Green hills of
Sligo.
Although I hate to leave this land where I've lived for many years
I find that
I must emigrate though my eyes are filled with tears
There's nothing left for me to do, no future that I know
And so
I have to bit farewell to the Green hills of Sligo.
I know my friends will disagree and
Father Browne will too
They'll all be trying to tell me that the day I leave I'll rue
And the folks at home they will
be sad when I tell them I must go
And leave the place where I was born, 'round the Green hills of Sligo.
Although I hate to leave this land where I've lived for many years
I find that I must emigrate though my eyes
are filled with tears
There's nothing left for me to do, no future that I know
And so I have to bit farewell to the
Green hills of Sligo.
