"Goodbye Mick" lyrics

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

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

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 calculatin'
Come liquor up, ol' soggy 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

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

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

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

When good Saint 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

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