{"id":1529,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/goodbye-mick"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"goodbye-mick","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/goodbye-mick\/","title":{"rendered":"GOODBYE MICK"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic
\nMy friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow frantic
\nI’m just about to sail away in the good ship Dan O’Leary
\nThe anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up, I’m leaving Tipperary<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nAnd it’s goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
\nThe anchor’s weighed and the gangway’s up, I’m leaving Tipperary
\nAnd now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say
\nI’m bound for New York City boys, three thousand miles away<\/p>\n

In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage, beans and bacon
\nAnd if you think I can’t eat that, well, there’s where yer mistaken
\nFor this ship will play with pitch and toss for half a dozen farthings
\nI’ll roll me bundle on me back and walk to Castle gardens<\/p>\n

Now I won’t come that Yankee chat, I guess I’m calculatin’
\nCome liquor up old sonny boy, when an old friend I am treatin’
\nI’m deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass is fond of clover
\nI’ll send for her when I get there – that’s if she will come over<\/p>\n

Then fare thee well old Erin dear, to part me heart does ache well
\nFrom Carrickfergus to Cape Clear – I’ll never see your equal
\nAlthough to foreign parts we’re bound where cannibals may eat us
\nWe’ll ne’er forget the Holy Ground of poteen and potatoes<\/p>\n

When good St Paddy banished snakes he shook them from his garment
\nHe never thought we’d go abroad to look upon such vermint
\nNor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button
\nTake vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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