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We sailed away from Derry quay on the twenty-third of May,
In a pleasant gale we set sail all bound for Amerikay;
Fresh water aplenty we took on, five hundred gallons or more,
In case we'd run short going to New York from Paddy's green shamrock shore.
So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and likewise Derry town,
And twice farewell to me comrade boys who dwell on that sainted ground;
If ever I make my fortune here and I have money in store,
I'll return and I'll wed the sweet lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
We sailed three days, we were all seasick, and no one on board was free,
Confined unto our bunks were we and no one to pity poor me;
No father kind nor mother dear to ease our hearts when sore,
Which made me think long on the friends I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and likewise Derry town,
And twice farewell to me comrade boys who dwell on that sainted ground;
If ever I make my fortune here and I have money in store,
I'll return and I'll wed the sweet lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
We landed safe on the other side in three and thirty days,
We shook each other by the hand and went our separate ways;
So each of us drank a parting glass in case we should never meet more,
Which made me think long of the lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and likewise Derry town,
And twice farewell to me comrade boys who dwell on that sainted ground;
If ever I make my fortune here and I have money in store,
I'll return and I'll wed the sweet lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
I'll return and I'll wed the sweet lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.