| And fair thee well to Ireland
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| Land of my native home
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| Breaks my heart for to see friends part
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| It’s then the teardrops fall
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| On my way to America
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| Will I ever see home once more
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| I’m leaving behind the one I love
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| Paddy’s green shamrock shore
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| The ship she lies in anchor
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| Standing by the quay
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| My fortune bright shine down each night
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| As we sail out over the sea
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| Many ships have been lost many lives it cost
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| On the journey that lies before
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| With a tear in my eye I am bidding goodbye
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| To Paddy’s green shamrock shore
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| My parets and friends, they wave till the end
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| Till I could see 'em no more
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| And I |