Paddy's green shamrock shore
Oh farethee well to Ireland, my own dear native land.
It breaks my heart to see friends part. For it's then that the tear drops fall.
I'm on my way to Amerikay. Will I ever see home once more.
For now I leave my own true love. And Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.
From Londonderry we did sail, it being on the fourth of May.
Pleasant weather I'm sure we had going to America.
Fresh water then we did take in, one hundred tons or more
For fear we'd be short on the other side, far from the Shamrock shore.
Two of our anchors we did weigh before we left the quay;
Down the river we were towed till we came to Botany Bay.
We saw that nicht the grandest night we ever saw before,
The sun going down 'tween sea and sky far from the Shamrock shore.
Early next morning we were sea-sick all, not one of us was free.
I, myself was confined to bed with no one to pity me;
No father or no mother to raise my head when sore;
That made me think of the friends I left on the lonely Shamrock shore.
We landed safely in New York after four and twenty days,
Each comrade by the hand we took and we marched through different ways.
Each one drank a flowing glass as we might meet no more.
With flowing bumpers we drank a health to the lonely Shamrock shore.