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[00:05.35]Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood
[00:15.67]Which now and forever I am going to leave
[00:25.68]Farewell to the shores, where the shamrock is growing
[00:35.77]It's the bright spot of beauty and the home of the brave
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[00:46.08]I'll think on its valleys with fond admiration
[00:55.93]Though never again its bright hills will I see
[01:05.49]I'm bound for to cross the wide swelling ocean
[01:15.91]In search of fame and fortune and of sweet liberty
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[01:45.64]Our ship at the present lies in Derry harbour
[01:53.48]To bear us away across the wide swelling sea
[02:01.02]May heaven be her companion and grant her fair breezes
[02:08.76]Till we reach the green fields of Americay
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[02:16.70]It's hard to be forced from the land that we live in
[02:24.28]Our houses and farms all obiged for to sell
[02:32.10]To wander along among Indians and strangers
[02:39.58]To find some sweet spot where our children might dwell
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[03:03.00]Our artists, our farmers, our tradesmen are leaving
[03:10.64]To seek for employment far over the sea
[03:18.45]Where they'll get their riches with care and with industry
[03:26.34]There's nothing but hardship at home if you stay
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[03:34.03]So cheer up your spirits, you lads and you lasses
[03:41.65]There's gold for the digging and lots of it, too
[03:49.54]A health to the heart that has courage to ramble
[03:57.05]Bad luck to the lad or the lass that would rue
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[04:35.85]We'll call for a bumper of ale, wine and brandy
[04:43.78]We'll drink to the health of those far away
[04:51.41]Our hearts will all warm at the thought of old Ireland
[04:58.95]When we're in the green fields of Americay