| Sining tour a lie your a lie addy
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| Sining tour a lie your a lie hey ey
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| Singing tour a lie your a lie addy
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| I’m bound for botany bay
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| Farewell to my friends and my homeland
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| Fermanagh, Tyrone, Donegal
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| Farewell to the green fields of Ireland
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| For today I am leaving you all
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| Sining tour a lie your a lie addy
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| Sining tour a lie your a lie hey ey
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| Singing tour a lie your a lie addy
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| I’m bound for botany bay
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| We’re standing in line altogether
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| Our passports and visas in hand
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| And we pray that it won’t be forever
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| But today we are leaving this land
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| There’s friends here from Galway and Sligo
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| Leitrim, Rosscommon, Mayo
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| Dublin and Cork and Tipperary
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| But not one of us wishes to go
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| Sining tour a lie your a lie addy
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| Sining tour a lie your a lie hey ey
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| Singing tour a lie your a lie addy
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| I’m bound for botany bay
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| It’s not on a tall ship we’re leaving
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| A big plane will take us away
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| But one day the tide will be turning
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| We will all return home someday
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| But it’s now time to say 'Slan Abhaile'
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| Australia is calling today
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| So together let’s sing the comalya |
| For we’re bound for botany bay
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| Sining tour a lie your a lie addy
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| Sining tour a lie your a lie hey ey
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| Singing tour a lie your a lie addy
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| I’m bound for botany bay
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| Singing tour a lie your a lie addy
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| I’m bound for botany bay |