So fare thee well sweet Liza dear
And likewise to Derry Town
And twice farewell to my comrades all
Who dwell on that sainted ground
If fortune it ever should favour me
Or I to have money in store
I'll go back and I'll wed
The wee la**ie I left
On Paddy's green shamrock shore
From Derry's Quay we sailed away
On the twenty-third of May
We were signed on as pa**engers
On a ship bound for Amerikay
Fresh water there we did take on
Ten thousand gallons or more
In case we'd run short
Running down to New York
Far away from the Shamrock shore
We landed on the outher side
In three and thirty days
And drinking over a parting gla**
We all went our separate ways
We took each comrade by the hand
In case we might never meet more
And we drank a health
The old Ireland
And Paddy's green shamrock shore