The Ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic Me 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 It's anchors aweigh and the gangways up, I'm leaving Tipperary
CHO: And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's aweigh, the gangways 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 have I some cabbage, beans and bacon And if you think I can't eat that well there's where yer mistaken Oh the ship will play with pitch and toss for half a dozen fathoms I'll roll me bundle on me back and walk to Castle gardens
Now won't I come that Yankee chat, I guess I'm celebrating Come liquor up ole sonny Boy, while an old friend I am treating I'm deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass's fond of clover I'll send for her when I get there - that's if she will come over
Then fare ye 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 ports we're bound where cannibals may eat us We'll never forget the Holy Ground - the porter and potatoes
When good Saint Patrick banished snakes he shook 'em from his garments He never thought we'd go abroad to live upon such Yankees Now quit this land where whiskey brews to wear the Yankee button - Take vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton