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]
G D C Em
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
G Am C Em
Farewell to the wee girls of Ireland all 'round
G D C Em
May your hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
G Am C Em
When far, far away across the ocean I'm bound
[Verse 3]
C Am D Em
Well, me father is old, and me mother is quite feeble
C Am D Em D
To leave their own country, it grieves their heart sore__
C Am C Em
Oh, the tears in great drops, down their cheeks they are rolling
C Am D Em C D
To think they must die upon some foreign shore
[Verse 4]
G D C Em
The sheep run unsheared, and the land's gone to rushes
G Am C Em
The handyman's gone, and the winder of creels
G D C Em
Away across the ocean go journeyman tailors
G Am C Em
And fiddlers that played out the old mountain reels
[Verse 5]
G D C Em
Ah, but I mind the day when old Ireland was flourishing
G Am C Em
And when lots of hard tradesmen did work for good pay
G D C Em
Ah, but since our manufacturies have crossed the Atlantic
G Am C Em
Sure it's there we must follow to Amerikay
[Verse 6]
C Am D Em
And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
C Am D Em D
If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way__
C Am C Em
With the best in the house, I will greet him and welcome
C Am D Em
Far away on the green fields of Amerikay