From Derry Quai we sailed away
On the 23rd of May
We were boarded by a pleasant crew
Bound for Americay
Fresh water there we did take in
Five thousand gallons or more
In case we'd run short going to New York
Far away from the Shamrock Shore
So fare thee well, sweet Lisa, dear
And Likewise to Derry Town
And twice farewell to my comrade boys
That dwell on the sainted ground
If fortune it ever should favour me
I'll write to have money in store
I'll come back and I'll wed the wee lassie I left
Far away on the Shamrock Shore
When we'd sailed three days, we were all seasick
Not a man onboard was free
We were all confined onto our beds
With no one to pity poor me
No father came, no mother dear
To lift up me head when blow sore
Which made me to think of the lassie i left
Far away on the Shamrock Shore
We safetly reached the other side
Of the three and twenty days
We were taken as passangers by a man
And led round in six different ways
We each of us drank a parting glass
And kissed like we'd never meet more
And we drank a health to old Ireland
And Paddy's green Shamrock Shore
So fare thee well, sweet Lisa, dear
And Likewise to Derry Town
And twice farewell to my comrade boys
That dwell on the sainted ground
If fortune it ever should favour me
I'll write to have money in store
I'll come back and I'll wed the wee lassie I left
On Paddy's green Shamrock Shore