The Ship Is Ready To Sail Away

The ship is ready to sail away,
Come, commrades, over the stormy sea;
For snow white wings they are unfurled,
And soon we shall swim on a watery world.

Do not grieve, love, do not grieve,
The heart is true and cannot decieve;
My heart and hand I'll give to thee,
So, farewell my love and remember me.

Farewell to the Dublin hills and vales,
To the Kilkenny mountains and silvery seas;
Where many the long, long summer days,
We have likened many an hour away.

Do not grieve, love, do not grieve,
The heart is true and cannot decieve;
My heart and hand I'll give to thee,
So, farewell my love and remember me.

Oh wherein, my dear, it grieves my heart,
To think from you I'll have to part;
Where friends were ever so dear and kind,
In sorrow now I must leave behind.

Do not grieve, love, do not grieve,
The heart is true and cannot decieve;
My heart and hand I'll give to thee,
So, farewell my love and remember me.

####.... Author unknown. Variant of a 19th century Irish broadside ballad, Remember Me, published by P. Brereton (Dublin) ca.1867, and archived at the Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, shelfmark: 2806 b.9(3). Arranged by Ryan's Fancy (Irish Love Songs ©1982, Boot Records) ....####

See more songs by Ryan's Fancy.