[00:00.78]Farewel to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
[00:09.73]Farewell to the wee girls of old Ireland all round
[00:19.85]May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
[00:30.45]When far far away across the ocean I'm bound(
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[00:43.27]Oh my father is old and my mother is quite feeble
[00:53.02]To leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore
[01:03.56]Oh the tears in great drops down their cheeks they are rolling
[01:14.72]To think they must die upon some foreign shore
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[01:30.98]But what matters to me where my bones may be buried
[01:40.31]If in peace and contentment I can spend my life
[01:50.13]Oh the green fields of Canada they daily are blooming
[02:01.60]It's there I'll put an end to my miseries and strife
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[02:12.35]so pack up your seastores and tarry no longer
[02:22.77]Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
[02:32.30]With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
[02:43.93]When you're on the green fields of Amerikay
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[03:29.83]The sheep run unshorn and the land's gone to rushes
[03:38.79]The handyman's gone and the winders of creels
[03:49.02]Away across the ocean good journeyman tailors
[03:57.91]And fiddlers that play out the old mountain tunes.
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[04:08.19]Farewell to the dances in homes now deserted,
[04:18.86]When tips struck the lightening in splanks from the floor,
[04:29.25]The paving and rigging of hobnails on flagstones
[04:40.69]The tears of the old folk and shouts of encore
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[04:56.08]For the landlords and bailiffs in vile combination
[05:04.68]Have forced us from hearthstone and homestead away
[05:13.89]May the crowbar brigade all be doomed to damnation
[05:23.69]When we're on the green fields of Americay.
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[05:34.00]And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
[05:43.54]If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way
[05:53.06]With the best in the house I will treat him, and welcome
[06:05.00]At home in the green fields of Amerikay.