[D]The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broadA] Atlantic
My friends are standing on the quay with grief
and sorrow[D] frantic
I'm just about to sail away in the good ship Dan O'[A]Leary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's
up, I'm leaving Tippera[D]ry
Chorus:
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's
up, I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys,
three thousand miles away
In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage, beans and bacon
And if you think I can't eat that, well, there's where
yer mistaken
For this ship will play with pitch and toss for half a dozen farthings
I'll roll me bundle on me back and
walk to Castle gardens
Now I won't come that Yankee chat, I guess I'm calculatin'
Come liquor up old sonny boy, when an old friend I am treatin'
I'm
deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass is fond of clover
I'll send for her when I get there - that's if she will come
over
Then fare thee well old Erin dear, to part me heart does ache well
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear - I'll never see
your equal
Although to foreign parts we're bound where cannibals may eat us
We'll ne'er forget the Holy Ground of poteen
and potatoes
When good St Paddy banished snakes he shook them from his garment
He never thought we'd go abroad to look upon such
vermint
Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button
Take vinegar for mountain dew and toads for
mountain mutton
