| Our ship, she is ready to sail away
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| And it’s come, my sweet comrades, o’er the stormy sea
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| Her snow-white wings are all unfurled
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| And soon will swim in a watery world
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| Chorus (after each verse):
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| Don’t forget, love, do not grieve
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| For my heart is true and cannot deceive
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| My hand and heart I will give to thee
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| So farewell, my love, and remember me
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| Farewell, sweet Dublin’s hills and braes
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| To Killiney Mountain’s silvery streams
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| Where many’s the fine long summer’s day
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| We loitered hours of joy away
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| It’s now I must bid a long adieu
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| To Wicklow and its beauties, too
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| Avoca’s vales where lovers meet
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| There to discourse in absence sweet
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| Farewell, sweet Delgany, likewise the glen
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| The Dargle waterfall and then
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| The lovely scenes surrounding Bray
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| Shall be my thoughts when far away |