Now the ship it sails in half an hour to cross the 
broad Atlantic
Me friends are standing on the quay in grief and sorrow 
frantic
I'm just about to sail away on the good ship Dan 
O'Leary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving 
Tipperary

[Chorus]
So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and 
Mary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving 
Tipperary
And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles 
away

Isn't that the finest fare and is your belly aching
If the ship its starts to pitch and toss
I'll left very quickly I'll pack me bundle on me back 
and I'll walk to New York City

[Chorus]

Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I'm 
speculatin'
I'll oil them well with liquor, boys, and they'll love 
the way I'm treatin'
I'm as deep in love with Molly Burke an ass is fond of 
clover
When I get there I'll send for her, that's if she will 
come over

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