| Oh, fare the well to Ireland
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| My own dear native land
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| It’s breaking my heart to see friends part
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| For it’s then that the tears do fall
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| I’m on way to Americay
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| Will I e’er see home once more?
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| For now I leave my own true love
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| And Paddy’s green shamrock shore
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| Our ship she lies at anchor
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| She’s standing by the quay
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| May fortune bright shine down each night
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| As we sail across the sea
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| Many ships have been lost
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| Many lives at cost
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| On this journey that lies before
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| With a tear in my eye I’ll say goodbye
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| To Paddy’s green shamrock shore
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| So fare thee well, my own true love
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| I’ll think of you night and day
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| And the place in my mind
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| You surely will find
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| Although we’ll be far, far away
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| Though I’ll be alone far away from home
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| I’ll think of the good times once more
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| Until the day I can make my way
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| Back home to the shamrock shore
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| And now our ship is on the way
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| May heaven protect us all
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| With the winds in the sail we surely can’t fail
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| On this voyage to Baltimore
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| But my parents and friends did wait to the end
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| 'Till I could see them no more
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| I then took a chance with one last glance
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| At Paddy’s green shamrock shore |