X:2 T:Green Fields of Canada R:song H:Slow, free rhythm D:Déanta D:Planxty (Andy Irvine) D:Paddy Tunney Z:id:hn-song-2 M:3/4 L:1/8 Q:1/4=80 K:Bdor P:verses 1, 5 A2 | A2 F2 (ED) | E3 (E F)A | (B3 A)BF | (ED) B,2 (A,B,) | D3 E F2 | (ED) E2 F2 | (ED) B,2 (B,A,) | B,4 AA | A2 F2 (ED) | E E2 (E FA) | B3 ABF | (ED) B,2 A,B, | D4 (EF) | ED E2 F2 | ED B,2 (B,A,) | B,4 || P:verses 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 E2 | F B3 (Bc) | (d3 c)BA | B B3 (Bd) | (BA) F2 DE | F2 B2 (Bc) | (d3 c)BA | (F3 E) ((3FG)A | B4 Bd | (B3 A) ((3FE)D | E3 (E F)A | B (B3 F2) | (ED) B,2 (A,B,) | D4 EF | (E3 D)(EF) | ED B,2 B,2 | B,4 || W:Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock, W:Farewell to the wee girls of Ireland all round. W:May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish for W:When it's far across the Atlantic I'm bound. W: W:My father is old and my mother quite feeble, W:And to leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore. W:Oh, the tears down their cheeks in great drops are rolling W:To think they must die upon a foreign shore. W: W:But what matters to me where my bones may be buried W:If in peace and contentment I can spend my life. W:Oh, the green fields of Canada they daily are blooming, W:'Tis there I'll put an end to my misery and strife. W: W:So it's pack up your sea stores, consider no longer, W:For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay, W:With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages W:When you're on the green fields of Americay. W: W:The sheep run unsheared and the land's gone to rushes, W:The handyman's gone and the winder of creels. W:Away across the ocean go journeyman tailors W:And fiddlers who flaked out the old mountain reels. W: W:But I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishing, W:When lots of our tradesmen did work for good pay. W:But since out manufacturies have crossed the Atlantic, W:Sure, there we must follow to Americay. W: W:And it's now to conclude and to finish my story, W:If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way, W:With the best in the house I will greet him and welcome W:At home on the green fields of Americay. W: W:So it's pack up your sea stores and consider no longer, W:For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay, W:With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages W:When you're on the green fields of Americay.