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I always will remember well the day we went away,
Sailing out of Belfast in the mornin';
Our hopes were on tomorrow as we kissed the girls farewell,
Our dreams were on the day of our returnin'.
There'll be dancin', romancin',
And never more we'll roam,
There'll be rollin' in the hay,
There'll be whiskey in the tay,
When the boys come rollin' home.
We safely reached the other side in New York City fair,
In spite of wind and rain and stormy weather;
We all sat down and drank a glass, and wished each other well,
We said we'd all be comin' back again together.
There'll be dancin', romancin',
And never more we'll roam,
There'll be rollin' in the hay,
There'll be whiskey in the tay,
When the boys come rollin' home.
Joe he went to Boston, Sam to Buffalo,
And Pat went out as far as Californie;
I used to get some letters then, but that was long ago;
They always spoke of Ireland and returning.
There'll be dancin', romancin',
And never more we'll roam,
There'll be rollin' in the hay,
There'll be whiskey in the tay,
When the boys come rollin' home.
I must be over ninety now, my grandson's by the bed,
Here I'm in Chicago and still schemin';
He says he'll take me back again to rest my weary head,
And I'll leave him a legacy of dreamin'.
There'll be dancin', romancin',
And never more we'll roam,
There'll be rollin' in the hay,
There'll be whiskey in the tay,
When the boys come rollin' home.
There'll be dancin', romancin',
And never more we'll roam,
There'll be rollin' in the hay,
There'll be whiskey in the tay,
When the boys come rollin' home.
