| Now the ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic
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| Me friends are standing on the quay in grief and sorrow frantic
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| I’m just about to sail away on the good ship Dan O’Leary
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| The anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up, I’m leaving Tipperary
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| So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
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| The anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up, I’m leaving Tipperary
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| And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
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| I’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away
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| In my old kitbag here I have cabbage, spuds and bacon
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| Isn’t that the finest fare and is your belly aching
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| If the ship its starts to pitch and toss
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| I’ll left very quickly I’ll pack me bundle on me back and I’ll walk to New York
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| City
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| So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
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| The anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up, I’m leaving Tipperary
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| And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
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| I’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away
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| Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I’m speculatin'
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| I’ll oil them well with liquor, boys, and they’ll love the way I’m treatin'
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| I’m as deep in love with Molly Burke an ass is fond of clover
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| When I get there I’ll send for her, that’s if she will come over
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| So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
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| The anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up, I’m leaving Tipperary
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| And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
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| I’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away
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| So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
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| The anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up, I’m leaving Tipperary
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| And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
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| I’m bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away |