When I was young and in my prime,
And could wander wild and free;
There was always a longing in my mind,
To follow the call of the sea.
So, I'll sing farewell to Carlingford,
And farewell to Greenore;
And I'll think of you both day and night,
Until I return once more.
Until I return once more.
On all of the stormy seven seas,
I have sailed before the mast;
And on every voyage I ever made,
I swore it would be my last.
So, I'll sing farewell to Carlingford,
And farewell to Greenore;
And I'll think of you both day and night,
Until I return once more.
Until I return once more.
Now, I had a girl called Mary Doyle,
And she lived in Greenore;
And the foremost thought that was in her mind,
Was to keep me safe on shore.
So, I'll sing farewell to Carlingford,
And farewell to Greenore;
And I'll think of you both day and night,
Until I return once more.
Until I return once more.
Now, the landsman's life is all his own,
He can go or he can stay;
But when the sea gets in your blood,
When she calls, you must obey.
So, I'll sing farewell to Carlingford,
And farewell to Greenore;
And I'll think of you both day and night,
Until I return once more.
Until I return once more.
So, I'll sing farewell to Carlingford,
And farewell to Greenore;
And I'll think of you both day and night,
Until I return once more.
Until I return once more.