Текст песни 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
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