Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Goodbye Mick Traditional 
The Ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic My friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow frantic I'm just about to sail away in the good ship Dan O'Leary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary 
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say I'm bound for New York City boys, three thousand miles away 
In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage, beans and bacon And if you think I can't eat that, well, there's where yer mistaken For this ship will play with pitch and toss for half a dozen farthings I'll roll me bundle on me back and walk to Castle gardens 
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say I'm bound for New York City boys, three thousand miles away 
Now I won't come that Yankee chat, I guess I'm calculatin' Come liquor up old sonny boy, when an old friend I am treatin' I'm deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass is fond of clover I'll send for her when I get there - that's if she will come over 
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say I'm bound for New York City boys, three thousand miles away 
Then fare thee well old Erin dear, to part me heart does ache well From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear - I'll never see your equal Although to foreign parts we're bound where cannibals may eat us We'll ne'er forget the Holy Ground of poteen and potatoes 
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say I'm bound for New York City boys, three thousand miles away 
When good St Paddy banished snakes he shook them from his garment He never thought we'd go abroad to look upon such vermint Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button Take vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton 
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say I'm bound for New York City boys, three thousand miles away