The Green Fields Of America (or Canada) Lyrics - Celtic Harp - The Chieftains

Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock 

Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round 

And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for 

As far away o'er the ocean I'm bound 

My father is old and my mother's right feeble 

To leave their own country, it would grieve their heart sore 

Oh, the tears down their cheeks, in great floods they are rolling 

To think that I must die upon some far and foreign shore 

But what matter to me, where my bones they may lie buried 

If in peace and contentment I can spend my life 

The green fields of Amerikay, they daily are calling 

It's there I'll find an end to my misery and strife 

So pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longer 

Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay 

With no taxes or tithe there to devour up your wages 

Across on the green fields of Amerikay 

The lint dams are gone and the looms are lying idle 

Gone are the winders of baskets and creels 

And away o'er the ocean, go journeyman cowboys 

And fiddlers who play out the old mountain reels 

Ah, but I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishing 

And most of her tradesmen did work for good pay 

Ah, but since our manufacturers have crossed the Atlantic 

Well, it's now that I must follow onto Amerikay 

And now to conclude and to finish my ditty 

If e'er a friendless Irishman should happen my way 

With the best in the house, I will greet him and welcome him 

At home on the green fields of Amerikay 

So pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longer 

Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay 

With no taxes or tithe there to devour up your wages 

Across on the green fields of Amerikay