Lyrics Goodbye Mick - The Wolfe Tones

Goodbye Mick

The ships it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic\nMe friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow frantic\nI’m just about to sail away in good ship Dan O’Leary\nThe anchors are weighed and the gangway’s up\nI’m leaving Tipperary\nAnd it’s goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat\nAnd goodbye Kate and Mary\nThe anchors are weighed and the gangway’s up\nI’m leaving Tipperary\nAnd now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say\nI’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away\nIn my portmanteau here I have some cabbage, beans and bacon\nAnd if ye’s think I can’t eat that\nWell there’s where you’re mistaken\nFor the ship will play with pitch and toss\nFor half a dozen farthings\nI’ll roll my bundle on me back and walk to Castle Gardens\nNow won’t I come that Yankee chat, I guess I’m calculatin'\nCome liquor up, ol' sonny boy, when an old friend I am treatin'\nI’m deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass is fond of clover\nI’ll send for her when I get there, that’s if she will come over\nAnd it’s goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat\nAnd goodbye Kate and Mary\nThe anchors are weighed and the gangway’s up\nI’m leaving Tipperary\nAnd now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say\nI’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away\nThen fare ye well, old Erin dear, to part me heart does ache, yea\nFrom Carrickfergus to Cape Clear, I’ll never see your equal\nAlthough to foreign parts we’re bound\nWhere cannibals may eat us\nWe’ll ne’er forget the holy ground, the poteen and potatoes\nAnd it’s goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat\nAnd goodbye Kate and Mary\nThe anchors are weighed and the gangway’s up\nI’m leaving Tipperary\nAnd now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say\nI’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away\nWhen good Saint Paddy banished snakes\nHe shook them from his garment\nHe never thought we’d go abroad to live upon such varmint\nNor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button\nTake vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton\nAnd it’s goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat\nAnd goodbye Kate and Mary\nThe anchors are weighed and the gangway’s up\nI’m leaving Tipperary\nAnd now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say\nI’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away