Henrik Norbeck's ABC Tunes

Display tune: Farewell to Old Ireland

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X:148
T:Farewell to Old Ireland
T:Emigrant's Farewell, The
R:song
D:Cara Dillon
Z:id:hn-song-148
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=70
K:Edor
(ED) | E B3 (AF/E/) | D d3 (dB) | (A3 F) (E/D/)B, | D E3
(ED) | E B3 (AF/E/) | D d3 (dB) | A2 B2 (AF) | E4
(ED) | E B3 (AF/E/) | D d3 (dB) | (A3 F) (E/D/)B, | D E3
(ED) | E B3 (AF/E/) | D d3 dB | A2 (B2 A)F | E4
A2 | B e3 f2 | e2 d2 (de) | f2 (e2 d)B | (dB) A2
A2 | B e3 f2 | (e2 d2) de | (B3 A) Bd | d4
A2 | B e3 f2 | (e2 d2) (de) | f2 (e2 d)B | (dB) A2
(GF) | E B3 A(F/E/) | D d3 d(B/A/) | B2 (B2 A)F | E4 ||
W:Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood,
W:Which now and forever I am going to leave.
W:Farewell to the shores where the shamrock is growing,
W:It's the bright spot of beauty and the home of the brave.
W:I'll think on its valleys with fond admiration,
W:Though never again its bright hills will I see.
W:I'm bound for to cross the wide swelling ocean,
W:In search of fame and fortune and of sweet liberty.
W:
W:Our ship at the present lies in Derry harbour,
W:To bear us away across the wide swelling sea.
W:May heaven be her companion and grant her fair breezes,
W:Till we reach the green fields of America.
W:It's hard to be forced from the land that we live in,
W:Our houses and farms all obliged for to sell.
W:To wander alone among Indians and strangers,
W:To find some sweet spot where our children might dwell.
W:
W:Our artists, our farmers, our tradesmen are leaving,
W:To seek for employment far over the sea.
W:Where they'll get their riches with care and with industry,
W:There's nothing but hardship at home if you stay.
W:So cheer up your spirits, you lads and you lasses,
W:There's gold for the digging and lots of it, too.
W:A health to the heart that has courage to ramble,
W:Bad luck to the lad or the lass that would rue.
W:
W:We'll call for a bumper of ale, wine and brandy,
W:We'll drink to the health of those far away.
W:Our hearts will all warm at the thought of old Ireland,
W:When we're on the green fields of Americay.


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