| Twas the landlords that drove us from Ireland.
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| The high rents were our prison walls.
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| Then the famine came 'round,
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| And blackened the ground.
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| And the auctioneers hammer did fall.
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| Farewell to the ones I adore.
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| And the land I will see never more.
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| For I’m saying goodbye,
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| With a tear in me eye,
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| To the dear little shamrock shore.
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| A ship lies in Fairbury harbor.
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| Barely safe over the foa.
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| But to Halifax town,
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| I soon will be bound,
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| Far away from me native home.
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| Farewell to the ones I adore,
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| And the land I will see never more.
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| For I’m saying goodbye,
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| With a tear in me eye,
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| To the dear little shamrock shore.
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| Well they all came to wish me safe journey.
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| The parting still grieves on me mind.
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| Me parents so dear,
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| Me friends far and near,
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| And the girl I left behind.
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| Farewell to the ones I adore,
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| And the land I will see never more.
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| For I’m saying goodbye,
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| With a tear in me eye,
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| To the dear little shamrock shore.
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| There’s work to be had if your able.
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| The new world has treated me fine.
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| With me shovel and spade,
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| I toil at me trade,
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| But riches will never be mine.
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| Farewell to the ones I adore,
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| And the land I will see never more.
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| For I’m saying goodbye,
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| With a tear in me eye,
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| To the dear little shamrock shore.
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| Well rivers still run to the ocean.
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| The wee birds on feathered wings soar.
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| I dream of the day,
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| When home I will stray,
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| To the dear little shamrock shore.
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| Farewell to the ones I adore,
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| And the land I will see never more.
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| For I’m saying goodbye,
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| With a tear in me eye,
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| To the dear little shamrock shore.
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| Farewell to the ones I adore,
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| And the land I will see never more.
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| For I’m saying goodbye,
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| With a tear in me eye,
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| To the dear little shamrock shore.
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| To the dear little shamrock shore. |