Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DEPORTEES 
The crops are all in and the peaches are gathered Oranges packed in their creosote bins They re flying them back to the Mexican border Twill take all their money to get back again 
Chorus: So farewell to my friends goodbye Roselita Adios mis amigos, goodbye Maria You won't need a name when you fly the big aeroplane And they will call you deportees 
The skyplane caught tire over Los Gatos Canyon The tire bore it up and struck the hills round Oh who were those friends who were scanered like dry leaves The radio said they were just deportees Chorus 
Is this the best way for to plough our good orchards? Is this the best way tor to grow our good fruit To lie on the ground and to rot on the topsoil And never know no name except deportees Chorus