Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood That now and forever I am bound for to leave Farewell to the shores where the shamrock is growing It's the bright spot of beauty and home of the brave. I will think on her valleys with fond admiration Though never again her green hills will I see, I'm bound for to cross o'er the wide swelling ocean In search of fame, fortune and sweet liberty.
It's hard to be forced from the lands that we live in Our houses and farms we're obliged for to sell And to wander alone among Indians and strangers To find some sweet spot where our children may dwell Oh I have a wee lassie I fain would take with me Her dwelling at present lies in County Down, It would break my poor heart for to leave her behind me We will both roam together this wide world around.
So come along, Bessie, my own blue-eyed lassie Bid farewell to your mother and then come with me And I'll use all endeavour, my love, to maintain you Till we reach the green fields of Americay. So it's lift up your glasses, you lads and gay lasses There's gold for the winning and lots of it too Here's health to the heart that has courage to venture Bad luck to the lad or the lass that would rue.
There's brandy in Quebec at ten cents a quart boys The ale in New Brunswick's a penny a glass There's wine in that sweet town they call Montreal boys At inn after inn we will drink as we pass And we'll call for a bumper of ale, wine and brandy And we'll drink to the health of those far, far away Our hearts will all warm at the thought of old Ireland While we're in the green fields of Americay.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
