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