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Me name is Paddy Leary from a spot called Tipperary,
And the hearts of all the girls I am a-turning;
And before the break of morning sure 'tis they'll be all forlorn,
For I'm off to Philadelphia in the morning.
With me bundle on me shoulder fair there's no man can be bolder,
I'm leavin' dear old Ireland without warning;
For I lately took the notion for to cross the briny ocean,
And I start for Philadelphia in the morning.
There's a girl called Kate Malone whom I hopes to call my own,
And to see my little cabin floor adorning;
But my heart is sad and weary how can she be Mrs. Leary,
If I start for Philadelphia in the morning.
With me bundle on me shoulder fair there's no man can be bolder,
I'm leavin' dear old Ireland without warning;
For I lately took the notion for to cross the briny ocean,
And I start for Philadelphia in the morning.
When they told me I should leave the place I tried to keep a
cheerful face,
And to show my heart's deep sorrow I was scorning;
But the tears will surely blind me for the friends I left behind me,
When I start for Philadelphia in the morning.
With me bundle on me shoulder fair there's no man can be bolder,
I'm leavin' dear old Ireland without warning;
For I lately took the notion for to cross the briny ocean,
And I start for Philadelphia in the morning.
Sung by Jack Swain (b.1892) of Calvert, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
