Paddy's green shamrock shore


From Derry quay we sailed away
On the twenty-third of May
We were boarded by a pleasant crew
Bound for Amerikay
Fresh water we did take on
Five thousand gallons or more
In case we’d run short going to New York
Far from the shamrock shore

So fare thee well, Eliza dear
Likewise Derry town
And twice farewell to my comrades boys
Who dwell on that sainted ground
If fortune should favour me
Or I to have money in store
I’ll go back and I’ll wed the lassie I left
On Paddy’s green shamrock shore

We sailed three weeks, were all sea-sick
No man on board was free
We were all confined unto our bunks
No-one to pity poor me
No father kind nor mother dear
To hold up my head which was sore
Which made me think more on the lassie I left
On Paddy’s green shamrock shore

We safely reached the other side
In three and twenty days
We were taken ashore as passengers
Led round in six different ways
Then each of us drank a parting glass
In case we might never meet more
We drank a health to old Ireland
And Paddy’s green shamrock shore

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Songs of Derry