Goodbye Mick And Goodbye Pat - The Irish Rovers

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

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

In my old kitbag here I have cabbage, spuds and bacon

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

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

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

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

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