You brave Irish heroes where'er you may be
I pray stand a moment and listen to me
Your sons and fair daughters are now going away
And thousands are sailing to America
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 America
The night before leaving they are bidding goodbye
And it's early next morning their heart gives a sigh
They do kiss their mothers and then they will say
Farewell, dear old father, we must now go away
CHORUS
Oh I pity the mother that rears up the child
And likewise the father who labours and toils
To try and support them he will work night and day
And when they are reared up they will go away
CHORUS
Oh thousand are sailing to America

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