Thousands Are Sailing

You brave Irish heroes where'er you may be

I pray, stand a moment and listen to me

Your sons and fair daughters are all going away

And thousands are sailing to Americay

So good luck to those people and safe may they land

They are leaving their country for a far distant strand

They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay

And thousands are sailing to Americay

Now the night before leaving they are bidding good-bye

And it's early next morning their hearts give a sigh

They turn, kiss their mothers and then they will say

"Farewell, dear old father, we must now go away"

Oh I pity the mother who rears up the child

And likewise the father who labors and toils

To try to support them, he will work night and day

And when they are reared up they will go away

So good luck to those people and safe may they land

They are leaving their country for a far distant strand

They are leaving old Ireland, no longer can stay

And thousands are sailing to Americay