It 1962 when I was two years out of school when we got aboard a boat that was bound for Liverpool the day we sailed away I remember it so well took a look at the north wall and bid a fond farewell it's a hard thing to leave the land of your childhood touched by the rivers and kissed by the sea places you play with your childhood companions to leave dear old Ireland and Mother Mo chroi though I'm going far away and I may never return here there's always one thing that I will keep within me deep in my heart a furious devotion the love of old Ireland and Mother Mo chroi. Though I'm going away and I may never return here there's always one thing that I will keep within me deep in my heart a furious devotion to the love of old Ireland and Mother Mo chroi at the top of Pentoville road I saw the sun setting the town laid out before me looked beautiful to me away from all the sighing the suffering and the dying I dreamed of the future the young and the free but the years have gone by quickly now I know I can't remain here each day brings me closer to that final misery my kids will never scrape sh** around here and I won't die crying in a pint of beer I'm going back to Ireland and Mother Mo Chroi