Oh, thee well to higher land
My own dear native land
It breaks my heart to see friends part,
for it's then that the teardrops fall.
I'm on my way to America,
will I ever see home once more?
For now I'll leave my own true love
And pad his green shamrock shore
From Derricay we did sail
It being on the 4th of May
Pleasant weather I'm sure we had
Going to Amaricay
Fresh water then we did take in
One hundred tons or more
For fear we'd be shot on the other side,
Far from the Shamrock shore.
Two of our anchors weaded way
before we left the day
Down the river we waded out
till we came to Bosony Bay
We saw the night,
the grandest night we ever saw before
The sun going down,
we'll see and sky far from the shamrock shore
Early next morning, we were all seasick
Not one of us was free
I myself was confined to bed
With no one to pity me
No mother or no father
to raise my head when I saw
That he made me think of the friends
I led to the lonely Shadrach
shore
We landed safely in New York
after four -and -t wenty days
Each comrade by the hand we took
And we marched through dif
ferent 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
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