The Shores of Amerikay

I'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth And the home that I love so well And the mountains grand of my own native land I'm bidding them all farewell With an aching heart I'll bid them adieu For tomorrow we sail far away O'er the raging foam, to seek a home On the shores of Amerikay

It's not for the want of employment I'm going It's not for the want of fame For fortune bright to shine over me And give me a glorious name It's not for the want of employment I'm going O'er the dreary and stormy sea But to seek a home for my own true love On the shores of Amerikay

And when I am bidding my last farewell The tears like rain will fall To think of my friends in my own native land And my home back in old Ireland so small But if I'm to die on a far foreign shore And be buried so far, far away No fond mother's tears will be shed o'er my grave On the shores of Amerikay