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Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrockFarewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'roundAnd may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish forAs far away o'er the ocean I'm boundMy father is old and my mother's right feebleTo leave their own country, it would grieve their heart soreOh, the tears down their cheeks, in great floods they are rollingTo think that I must die upon some far and foreign shoreBut what matter to me, where my bones they may lie buriedIf in peace and contentment I can spend my lifeThe green fields of Amerikay, they daily are callingIt's there I'll find an end to my misery and strifeSo pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longerTen dollars a week isn't very bad payWith no taxes or tithe there to devour up your wagesAcross on the green fields of AmerikayThe lint dams are gone and the looms are lying idleGone are the winders of baskets and creelsAnd away o'er the ocean, go journeyman cowboysAnd fiddlers who play out the old mountain reelsAh, but I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishingSongtexteAnd most of her tradesmen did work for good payAh, but since our manufacturers have crossed the AtlanticWell, it's now that I must follow onto AmerikayAnd now to conclude and to finish my dittyIf e'er a friendless Irishman should happen my wayWith the best in the house, I will greet him and welcome himAt home on the green fields of AmerikaySo pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longerTen dollars a week isn't very bad payWith no taxes or tithe there to devour up your wagesAcross on the green fields of Amerikay Aus Songtexte Mania