Traditional

The ship will sail in half an hour, to cross the broad Atlantic,
My friends were standing on the pier, with grief and sorrow frantic.
My trunk's well packed way down below, on the good ship Dan O'Leary,
The anchor's weighed, the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary.

Chorus:
Goodbye Mick, goodbye Pat, goodbye Kate and Mary,
The anchor's weighed, the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary.
There's the steamer blazing up, I can no longer stay,
For I'm bound for New York City, boys,
Three thousand miles away. Ha Ha Ha...

Me portmanteau is all packed up, with potatoes, beans, and bacon,
If you don't think I'm watching that, in truth, you are mistaken.
But if the ship should pitch and toss, for a half a dozen fathoms,
I'll take my trunk upon my back, and walk to Castle Garden.

Give my respects to Mr. Mack, as well to Mrs. Hagan,
And I'll attend the chistening if she'll marry Pa Joe Hagan
I'm deep in love with Molly Burke, as a jackass is in clover,
And when I'm set, I'll write you bet, and pay her passage over.