Goodbye Mick

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The Ship it sails in half an hour
To cross the broad Atlantic
My friends are standing on the quay
With grief and sorrow frantic
I’m just about to sail away
In the good ship Dan O’Leary
The anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up
I’m leaving Tipperary

And it’s goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat
And goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up
I’m leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off
I have no more to say
I’m bound for New York City boys
Three thousand miles away

In my portmanteau here I have
Some cabbage, beans and bacon
And if you think I can’t eat that
Well, there’s where yer mistaken
For this ship will play with pitch and toss
For half a dozen farthings
I’ll roll me bundle on me back
And walk to Castle gardens

Now I won’t come that Yankee chat
I guess I’m calculatin’
Come liquor up old sonny boy
When an old friend I am treatin’
I’m deep in love with Molly Burke
Like an ass is fond of clover
I’ll send for her when I get there
That’s if she will come over

Then fare thee well old Erin dear
To part me heart does ache well
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear
I’ll never see your equal
Although to foreign parts we’re bound
Where cannibals may eat us
We’ll ne’er forget the Holy Ground
Of poteen and potatoes

When good St Paddy banished snakes
He shook them from his garment
He never thought we’d go abroad
To look upon such vermint
Nor quit this land where whiskey grew
To wear the Yankee button
Take vinegar for mountain dew
And toads for mountain mutton