作曲 : S. Fillmore Bennett Sweet Mary, me darling, the war clouds are looming And traitors are plotting to fetter the land! I go on the morrow, when cannon are booming To join in the battle with liberty's band Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul The land that has blessed us, with love and protection Is smitten with peril, beleaguered with foеs; The brave and true hеarted, with loyal affection Must march where the banner of liberty goes Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul With tear moistened eyelids, I look through the gloaming And think of the pleasures that blessed us of old! It's breaking my heart is, Sweet Mary Maloning With sorrow to leave ye, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul The Emerald Island away in the ocean With white breakers kissing its murmuring shores America's armor will one day be needing That British oppression may curse her no more Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul I go, but remember, Sweet Mary, my darling In camp or a-marching, to you I am true! And if you should listen in vain my returning I fall 'neath our banner, the Stars and the Blue Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul