Goodbye Mick

The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic

And me friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow frantic

I'm just about to sail away on the good ship Dan O'Leary

The anchor's away and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary

And it's goodbye Mick, and goodbye Pat

And goodbye Kate and Mary

The anchor's away and the gangway's up

I'm leaving Tipperary

And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage, brie and some bacon

And if yous think I can't eat that, well there's where you're mistaken

For the ship will play with pitch and toss for half a dozen farthings

I'll roll me bundle on me back and walk to Castle Gardens

Now won't I come that Yankee chat, I guess I'm calculating

Come liquor up, old sonny boy, on an old friend I am trading

I'm deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass is on the clover

I'll send for her when I get there, that's if she will come over

And it's goodbye Mick, and goodbye Pat

And goodbye Kate and Mary

The anchor's away and the gangway's up

I'm leaving Tipperary

And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

Then fare thee well, old Erin dear, the part me heart does ache ye

From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear, I'll never see your equal

Although to foreign parts we're bound where cannibals may eat us

We'll ne'er forget the holy ground that Páchinann forgave us

And it's goodbye Mick, and goodbye Pat

And goodbye Kate and Mary

The anchor's away and the gangway's up

I'm leaving Tipperary

And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

When good Saint Paddy banished snakes, he shook them from his garment

He never thought we'd go abroad to live upon such vermin

Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button

Taking a girl for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton

And it's goodbye Mick, and goodbye Pat

And goodbye Kate and Mary

The anchor's away and the gangway's up

I'm leaving Tipperary

And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away