Sit you down, loyal comrades, sit you down for a while
'Til I spend my last hours on Erin's green isle
Come fill up your glasses and we'll drink hand in hand
For tomorrow I'll be leaving to the shores of Lough Bran

There's my father and mother, you can now hear them sigh
With their tears all bewailing, it would moisten your eye
But I will assist them, please God, if I can
Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran

In the incoming morning, I will bid you adieu
To Leitrim, Drumshanboe and sweet Carrick too
But no matter what fortune I might make far away
My thoughts shall be with you by night and by day

My thoughts shall be with you while life's course is spanned
Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran