Verse
N.C.
So pack up your sea-stores, consider no longer
For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
N.C.
With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
When you're on the green fields of Amerikay
[Verse 2]
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Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
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Farewell to the wee girls of Ireland all 'round
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May your hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
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When far, far away across the ocean I'm bound
[Verse 3]
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Well, me father is old, and me mother is quite feeble
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To leave their own country, it grieves their heart sore__
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Oh, the tears in great drops, down their cheeks they are rolling
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To think they must die upon some foreign shore
[Verse 4]
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The sheep run unsheared, and the land's gone to rushes
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The handyman's gone, and the winder of creels
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Away across the ocean go journeyman tailors
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And fiddlers that played out the old mountain reels
[Verse 5]
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Ah, but I mind the day when old Ireland was flourishing
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And when lots of hard tradesmen did work for good pay
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Ah, but since our manufacturies have crossed the Atlantic
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Sure it's there we must follow to Amerikay
[Verse 6]
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And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
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If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way__
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With the best in the house, I will greet him and welcome
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Far away on the green fields of Amerikay