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Goodbye Mick
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The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic.
My friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow frantic.
I'm just about to sail away in the good ship Dan O'Leary.
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up. I'm leaving Tipperary.

CHORUS: And it's goodbye, Mick, and goodbye, Pat, and goodbye, Kate and Mary.
The anchor's weighed 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, beans and bacon.
And if you think I can't eat that, well, there's where yer mistaken.
For this 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. CHORUS

Now I won't come that Yankee chat, I guess I'm calculatin'.
Come liquor up, old sonny boy, when an old friend I am treatin'.
I'm deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass is fond of clover.
I'll send for her when I get there; that’s if she will come over. CHORUS

Then fare thee well, old Erin dear. To part, me heart does ache well.
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear, I'll never see your equal,
Although to foreign parts we're boundm where cannibals may eat usm
We'll ne'er forget the Holy Ground of poteen and potatoes. CHORUS

When good St Paddy banished snakes, he shook them from his garment.
He never thought we'd go abroad to look upon such varmint,
Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button,
Take vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton. CHORUS