Another version

Come sit down comrades with me for a while
For I'm spending my last hours in Erin's green isle
Fill up your glasses - let you drink when you can
For tomorrow I'll be sailing from the shores of Lough Bran

Our fathers before us were forced for to roam
'Twas the laws of coercion drove them from their home
But the Lord made for Ireland a scheme and a plan
That sent our sons roaming like wild geese from Lough Bran

There's my father and mother, you can now hear them sigh
With their tears bewailing, it would moisten your eyes
But I will assist them please God, if I can
Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran

On the incoming morning I will now bid "Adieu"
To Leitrim, Drumshanbo and sweet Carrick too
But no matter what fortune I may make far away
My thoughts shall be with you by night and by day

Regards Mick Bracken