Oh, fare thee well to Ireland,
My own dear native land,
It's breaking my heart to see friends part,
For it's then that the tears do fall,
I'm on way to Americay,
Will I e'er see home once more?
For now I leave my own true love,
And Paddy's green shamrock shore.

Our ship she lies at anchor,
She's standing by the quay,
May fortune bright shine down each night,
As we sail across the sea,
Many ships have been lost, many lives at cost,
On this journey that lies before,
With a tear in my eye I'll say goodbye,
To Paddy's green shamrock shore.

So, fare thee well, my own true love,
I'll think of you night and day,
And the place in my mind, you surely will find,
Although we'll be far, far away,
Though I'll be alone far away from home,
I'll think of the good times once more,
Until the day I can make my way,
Back home to the shamrock shore.

And now our ship is on the way,
May heaven protect us all,
With the winds in the sail we surely can't fail,
On this voyage to Baltimore,
But my parents and friends did wave to the end,
Till I could see them no more,
I then took a chance with one last glance,
At Paddy's green shamrock shore.