Goodbye Mick

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 thee 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 St Paddy banished snakes he shook them from his garment

He never thought we'd go abroad to look upon such vermint

Nor quit this land where whiskey grew 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