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The ships 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 are 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 anchors are 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.

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In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage, beans and bacon,
And if ye's think I can't eat that, well there's where you're mistaken,
For the ship will play with pitch and toss for half a dozen farthings,
I'll roll my bundle on me back and walk to Castle Gardens.

Now won't I come that Yankee chat, I guess I'm calculating,
Come liquor up, old soggy boy, when an old friend I am treating,
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]
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary,
The anchors are 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.

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Then fare ye well, old Erin dear, to part me heart does ache, yea,
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear, I'll never see your equal,
Although to foreign parts we're bound where cannibals may eat us,
We'll ne'er forget the holy ground, the poteen and potatoes.

[Chorus]
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary,
The anchors are 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.

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When good St. Paddy banished snakes, he shook them from his garment,
He never thought we'd go abroad to live 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]
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary,
The anchors are 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.