Now the ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad AtlanticMe friends are standing on the quay in grief and sorrow franticI'm just about to sail away on the good ship Dan O'LearyThe anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving TipperarySo goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and MaryThe anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving TipperaryAnd now the steam is rising up, I have no more to sayI'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles awayIn my old kitbag here I have cabbage, spuds and baconIsn't that the finest fare and is your belly achingIf the ship its starts to pitch and tossI'll left very quickly I'll pack me bundle on me back and I'll walk to New York CitySo goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and MaryThe anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving TipperaryAnd now the steam is rising up, I have no more to sayI'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles awayThose 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 cloverWhen I get there I'll send for her, that's if she will come overSo goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and MaryThe anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving TipperaryAnd now the steam is rising up, I have no more to sayI'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles awaySo goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and MaryThe anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving TipperaryAnd now the steam is rising up, I have no more to sayI'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away
