Farewell to the groves of
Shillelagh and shamrock
Farewell to the weegirls of
Old ireland all round
May their hearts be as merry
As ever I would wish them
When far far away across
The ocean I'm bound
Oh my father is old and
My mother is quite feeble
To leave their own country
It grieves their hearts sore
Oh the tears in great drops down
Their cheeks they are rolling
To think they must die upon
Some foreign shore
But what matters to me where
My bones may be buried
If in peace and contentment
I can spend my life
Oh the green fields of canada
They daily are blooming
It's there I'll put an end to
My miseries and strife
So pack up your seastores and tarry no longer
Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithes to
Devour up your wages
When you're on the green fields of amerikay
The sheep run unshorn and
The land's gone to rushes
The handyman's gone and the winders of creels
Away across the ocean good journeyman tailors
And fiddlers that play
Out the old mountain reels
Farewell to the dances in homes now deserted
When tips struck the lightening
In splanks from the floor
The paving and crigging of
Hobnails on flagstones
The tears of the old folk
And shouts of encore
For the landlords and bailiffs
In vile combination
Have forced us from
Hearthstone and homestead away
May the crowbar brigade
All be doomed to damnation
When we're on the green fields of americay
And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
If ever friendless irishmen chances my way
With the best in the house
I will treat him and welcome
At home in the green fields of amerikay
The Green Fields of Canada - Cherish The Ladies