Thousands are Sailing
You brave Irish heroes where'er you may be
I pray stand a moment and listen to me
Your sons and fair daughters are bound far away
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
Their friends and relations, and their neighbours also
When the trunks they are packed up, and ready to go
The tears from their eyes then will fall down like rain
And the horses are prancing, going off for the train
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
So I pity the mother who rears up the child
And likewise the father who labors and toils
To try to support them he'll work night and day
And when they are reared up, they will all go away
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
I pray stand a moment and listen to me
Your sons and fair daughters are bound far away
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
Their friends and relations, and their neighbours also
When the trunks they are packed up, and ready to go
The tears from their eyes then will fall down like rain
And the horses are prancing, going off for the train
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
So I pity the mother who rears up the child
And likewise the father who labors and toils
To try to support them he'll work night and day
And when they are reared up, they will all go away
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
So good luck to those people, and safe may they land
They are leaving their country for a far distant strand
They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay
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