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.
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.
From Derry Quai we sailed away. On the 23rd of May. We were taken on board by a pleasant crew. Bound for Americay. . Fresh water there we did take on.
Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme. Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine. Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain. For we may or might never all meet here again.
Here we are we've come to call. With pipes and flutes and fiddles and all. In case of death we've even brought a keener. So, if you're glum and feeling down.