Goodbye Mick and Goodbye Pat

Now the ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic
Me friends are standing on the quay in 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 and goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away

In my old kitbag here I have cabbage, spuds and bacon
Isn't that the finest fare and is your belly aching
If the ship its starts to pitch and toss
I'll left very quickly I'll pack me bundle on me back and I'll walk to New York City

Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I'm speculatin'
I'll oil them well with liquor, boys, and they'll love the way I'm treatin'
I'm as deep in love with Molly Burke an ass is fond of clover
When I get there I'll send for her, that's if she will come over

Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I'm speculatin'
I'll oil them well with liquor, boys, and they'll love the way I'm treatin'
I'm as deep in love with Molly Burke an ass is fond of clover
When I get there I'll send for her, that's if she will come over

Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I'm speculatin'
I'll oil them well with liquor, boys, and they'll love the way I'm treatin'
I'm as deep in love with Molly Burke an ass is fond of clover
When I get there I'll send for her, that's if she will come over



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Writer(s): Will Millar
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