Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood It's now I am going forever to leave Farewell to the land where the shamrock adorns That birthplace of beauty and home of the brave. Where I think on those valleys with fond admiration I thought ne'er again its green hills I might see But my thoughts they shall wander to the thoughts of old Ireland When we reach the green fields of Amerikay
It's hard to be forced from the land that we live in Our houses and farms obliged for to sell And to wander alone amongst Indians and strangers To find some safe place for our children to dwell.
Our farmers, our artists and tradesmen are going To seek for employment far over the sea Where they will get riches with peace and industry There's nothing but hardship at home if you stay.
There's one bonnie lassie I now will bring with me Her dwelling in place in the County Tyrone It'd break my heart for to leave her behind me So we'll roam together this wide world alone.
So here's to my Bessie, my one blue-eyed lassie, Bid farewell to your parents and then come with me, I'll do my endeavour, my love, to maintain you When we reach the green fields of Amerikay.
There's brandy in Quebec at ten cents a quart, There's gin in New Brunswick at a penny a glass, There's ale in that famed town they call fair Montreal, boys The Devil be with us if we don't take a glass.
Come fill up your glasses, you lads and gay lasses There's gold for the winning and lots of it, too Success to the heart that has courage to wander, Misfortune to him or to her that should rue.
Our ship she is lying in fair Derry Harbour, Just waiting to take us safe over the Main So heaven be our pilot and bring us strong breezes Till we reach the green fields of Amerikay.
Come to the land where we will live happy Don't be afraid of the storm or the sea For it's when we get over we will surely discover That this is the land (spoken) of sweet liberty.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
