Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
It’s adieu to old Ireland, the place where I was born
Near the county of Limerick, near the state of Glengall;
Far away to some island, bound down like a slave
It was in my own country I did misbehave
It was my old father who did caution me
To leave off night walking, shun bad company;
Saying, “Son, you are young and they’ll lead you astray
You will think of these words when I’m cold in the clay”
But to all his good advices I never gave care
And still I went on with my wicked career;
‘Twas drinking and gambling by night and by day
To maintain those rude “wimming” and dress them up gay
I had not been long in this wicked career
Before I was taken by the laws of the land;
Was tried and found guilty of a mail robbery
And for ages transported across the salt sea
‘Tis now I’m safe landed on my own native shore
and looking around me I can see my cell door;
And looking around me I can see my cell door
Which causes me to think of my mother once more
Oft times I have wondered why “wimming” love men
More times I have wondered why men should love them;
They lead you to ruin and cause your downfall
They’ll cause you to sleep behind cold prison walls