Leaving Tipperary

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 on the good ship Dan O'Leary

The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary

So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat, 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 can no longer stay

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

So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat, 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 can no longer stay

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

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

So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat, 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 can no longer stay

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

So fare thee well, old Erin dear, to part me heart does ache well

From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear, I'll never see your equal

Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button

Take vinegar for Mountain Dew and toads for Mountain mutton

So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat, 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 can no longer stay

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat, 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 can no longer stay

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away