Chorus:
So good luck to those people
And safe may they land,
They are leaving their country
For a far distant strand.
They are leaving old Ireland
No longer can stay,
And thousands are sailing to
Amerikay.
2. The night before leaving
They are bidding goodbye,
And it's early next morning
Their hearts give a sigh.
They do kiss their mothers,
And then they will say,
"Goodbye, dearest father,
I am now going away."
3. Their friends and relations
And neighbors also,
When the trunks they are packed up
All ready to go.
The tears from their eyes then
Are falling like rain,
And the horses are prancing
Going off for the train.
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4. When they do reach the station
You will hear their last cry,
With handkerchiefs waving
And bidding goodbye.
Their hearts will be breaking
When leaving the shore,
So goodbye, dear old Ireland,
We will ne'er see you no more.
5. So pity the mother
Who rears up the child,
And likewise the father
Who labours and toils.
To try to support them
He works night and day,
And when they are reared
They will go away.
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