| lyric | Now fare you well, sweet Cootehill town, the place where U was born and bred.
Thro’ shady groves and flowery hills, my yoouthful fancy did serenade.
But now I’m bound for Amreikay, a country that I never saw;
Those pleasant scenes I’ll always mind, when I am roving far awa’.
The pleasant hills near Cootehill town where I have spent my youthful days.
Both day and night I took delight in dancing and in harmless plays.
But while I rove from town to town, fond mem’ry in my mind will stay
Of those pleasant, happy youthful hours that now are spent and pass’d away.
I hope kind fate will reinstate - that fortune’s face will on me smile.
And safe conduct me home again to my own dear native Irish isle:
When my comrades all and friends likewise will throng around and thus will say :
‘We will sing and play as in days of old: so you’re welcome home from far away.’ |