[00:00.78]Farewell 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[00:41.89][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[01:25.88][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[02:11.90][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[02:52.89][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.[04:07.90][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[04:50.82][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.[05:32.24][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.