Goodbye Mick

The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic
 Me 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 anchors away and the gangway's up I'm leaving Tipperary
 And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
 The anchors 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 beans and bacon
 And if you think I can't eat that well there's where you're mistaken
 For the ship will play with pitch
 and toss for a half a dozen farthings
 I'll roll me bundle on my back and walk to castle gardens
 Now won't I come that Yankee chat I guess I'm calculating
 Some liquor up old sonny boy when an old friend I am treating
 I'm deep in love with Molly Bourke like an a*s is fond of 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 anchors 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 to part me heart does ache you
 From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear I'll never see your equal
 Although to foreign parts we're bound where cannibals may eat us
 We're ne'er forget the holy ground the poitin and potatoes
 And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
 The anchors 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 vermint
 Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button
 Take vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton
 And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
 The anchors 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