paroles de chanson Goodbye Mick - The Wolfe Tones

The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic
Me friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow frantic
I'm just about to sail away in the good ship Dan O'Leary
The anchors away and the gangway's up I'm leaving Tipperary
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors away and the gangway's up I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys three thousand miles away
In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage beans and bacon
And if you think I can't eat that well there's where you're mistaken
For the ship will play with pitch
And toss for a half a dozen farthings
I'll roll me bundle on my back and walk to castle gardens
Now won't I come that Yankee chat I guess I'm calculating
Some liquor up old sonny boy when an old friend I am treating
I'm deep in love with Molly Bourke like an a*s is fond of clover
I'll send for her when I get there that's if she will come over
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors away and the gangway's up I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys three thousand miles away
Then fare thee well old Erin dear to part me heart does ache you
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear I'll never see your equal
Although to foreign parts we're bound where cannibals may eat us
We're ne'er forget the holy ground the poitin and potatoes
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors away and the gangway's up I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys three thousand miles away
When good Saint Paddy banished snakes he shook them from his garment
He never thought we'd go abroad to live upon such vermint
Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button
Take vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors away and the gangway's up I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys three thousand miles away