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From Derry quay we sailed away |
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On the twenty-third of May |
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We were taken on board by a pleasant crew |
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Bound for Amerikay |
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Fresh water then we did take on |
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Five thousand gallons or more |
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In case we'd run short going to New York |
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Far away from the shamrock shore |
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Then fare thee well, sweet Liza dear |
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And likewise unto Derry town |
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And twice farewell to my comrades brave |
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That dwell on that sainted ground |
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If fame or fortune shall favour me |
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And I to have money in store |
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I'll go back and I'll wed the wee lassie I left |
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On Paddy's green shamrock shore |
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At twelve o'clock we came in sight |
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Of famous Mullin Head |
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And Innistrochlin to the right stood out |
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On the ocean's bed |
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A grander sight ne'er met my eyes |
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Than e'er I saw before |
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Than the sun going down 'twixt sea and sky |
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Far away from the shamrock shore |
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We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick |
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Not a man on board was free |
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We were all confined unto our bunks |
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And no-one to pity poor me |
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No father kind nor mother dear |
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To lift up my head, which was sore |
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Which made me think more on the lassie I left |
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On Paddy's green shamrock shore |
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We safely reached the other side |
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After fifteen and twenty days |
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We were taken as passengers by a man |
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And led round in six different ways |
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Then each of us drank a parting glass |
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In case we'd meet no more |
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And we drank a health to old Ireland |
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And Paddy's green shamrock shore |
