Cara Dillon - The Emigrant's Farewell Lyrics
Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhoodWhich now and forever I am going to leaveFarewell to the shores, where the shamrock is growingIt's the bright spot of beauty and the home of the braveI'll think on its valleys with fond admirationThough never again its bright hills will I seeI'm bound for to cross the wide swelling oceanIn search of fame and fortune and of sweet libertyOur ship at the present lies in Derry harbourTo bear us away across the wide swelling seaMay heaven be her companion and grant her fair breezesTill we reach the green fields of AmericaIt's hard to be forced from the land that we live inOur houses and farms all obiged for to sellTo wander along among Indians and strangersTo find some sweet spot where our children might dwellOur artists, our farmers, our tradesmen are leavingTo seek for employment far over the seaWhere they'll get their riches with care and with industryThere's nothing but hardship at home if you staySo cheer up your spirits, you lads and you lassesThere's gold for the digging and lots of it, tooA health to the heart that has courage to rambleBad luck to the lad or the lass that would rueWe'll call for a bumper of ale, wine and brandyWe'll drink to the health of those far awayOur hearts will all warm at the thought of old IrelandWhen we're on the green fields of Americay
