Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Green Fields of Canada, artist - Cherish The Ladies. Date of issue: 08.10.2007
Song language: English
The Green Fields of Canada |
| Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock\nFarewell to the wee girls of old Ireland all 'round\nMay their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them\nWhen far, far away across the ocean I’m bound\nOh my father is old, and my mother is quite feeble\nTo leave their own country, it grieves their heart sore\nOh the tears in great drops down their cheeks, they are rolling\nTo think they must die upon some foreign shore\nBut what matters to me where my bones may be buried\nIf in peace and contentment I can spend my life\nOh the green fields of Canada, they daily are blooming\nAnd it’s there I’ll put an end to my miseries and strife\nSo pack up your sea stores and tarry no longer\nTen dollars a week isn’t very bad pay\nWith no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages\nWhen you’re on the green fields of America\nThe sheep run unshorn, and the land’s gone to rushes\nThe handyman is gone, and the winders of creels\nAway across the ocean go journeyman tailors\nAnd fiddlers that play out the old mountain reels\nFarewell to the dances in homes now deserted\nWhen tips struck the lightening in sparks from the floor\nThe paving and crigging of hobnails on flagstones\nThe tears of the old folk and shouts of encore\nFor the landlords and bailiffs in vile combination\nHave forced us from hearth stone and homestead away\nMay the crowbar brigade all be doomed to damnation\nWhen we’re on the green fields of America\nAnd it’s now to conclude and to finish my story\nIf e’er friendless Irishmen chance my way\nWith the best in the house I will treat him and welcome\nAt home in the green fields of America |