Here's an old version; I think it may be closer to what Frank Quinn sings than other versions at Mudcat. At least it mentions his trunk being stowed.

From Irish Come-All-Ye's compiled and arranged by Manus O'Conor (New York: The Popular Publishing Company, 1901), page 33:


GOOD-BY, MIKE, GOOD-BY, PAT.

1. The ship will sail in half an hour, to cross the broad Atlantic.
My friends were standing on the pier with grief and sorrow frantic.
My trunks were stowed down below in the great ship, "Dan O'Leary."
The anchor's weighed and the gangway is up. I'm leaving Tipperary.

CHORUS. Good-by, Mike, good-by, Pat, good-by, Kate and Mary,
For the anchor is weighed, the gangway is up. I'm leaving Tipperary.
See, there's the steamer blazing up. I can no longer stay,
For I am bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away.

2. My portmanteau I have got packed with potatoes, greens and bacon.
If you don't think I'll look after that, in troth you are mistaken.
If the ship pitch and toss, for a half a dozen farthings,
I'll take my trunk upon my back and walk to Castle Garden.

3. Give my respects to Mr. Mack, and likewise to Mrs. Hagan,
And I'll come back to the christening when she marries Patsy Fagan.
I'm deep in love with Mollie Burke, as a jackass is in clover.
When I am settled, if she will come, I'll pay her passage over.