Which now and forever I am going to leave
Farewell to the shoreswhere the shamrock is growing
It s the bright spot of beauty and the home of the brave
I ll think on its valleys with fond admiration
Though never again its bright hills will I see
I m bound for to cross the wide swelling ocean
In search of fame and fortune and of sweet liberty
Our ship at the present lies in Derry harbour
To bear us away across the wide swelling sea
May heaven be her companion and grant her fair breezes
Till we reach the green fields of America
It s hard to be forced from the land that we live in
Our houses and farms all obiged for to sell
To wander along among Indians and strangers
To find some sweet spot where our children might dwell
Our artistsour farmersour tradesmen are leaving
To seek for employment far over the sea
Where they ll get their riches with care and with industry
There s nothing but hardship at home if you stay
So cheer up your spiritsyou lads and you lasses
There s gold for the digging and lots of ittoo
A health to the heart that has courage to ramble
Bad luck to the lad or the lass that would rue
We ll call for a bumper of alewine and brandy
We ll drink to the health of those far away
Our hearts will all warm at the thought of old Ireland
When we re on the green fields of Americay

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