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Good Bye Mick (Ryan's Fancy) video
#87 YouTube video by kelticknots
©2008 ~ Used with permission ~

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.

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.

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.

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.

Then fare ye 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.

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.

When good Saint Paddy banished snakes
he shook them from his garment,
He never thought we'd go abroad
to look upon such varmint;
Nor quit this land where whiskey brews
to wear the Yankee button,
Take vinegar for mountain dew
and toads for mountain mutton.

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.

####.... Author unknown. Irish traditional song ....####
This variant arranged and recorded by Ryan's Fancy (An Irish Night At The Black Knight Lounge, trk#8, 1971, Marathon Music Incorporated, Scarborough, Ontario).

See more songs by Ryan's Fancy.

"This is a song of the period when the exiles went in their thousands every year to work on the railways and in the tunnels of the United States. They sailed in tears from the Cove of Cork and landed in hope at Castle Garden." ~ From the Donagh MacDonagh song collection.


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