| lyric | I'm biding farewell to the land of my youth,
and the homes I love so well.
And the mountains so grand round my own native land,
I’m bidding them all farewell.
WIth an aching heart Ill’ bid them adieu,
for to tomorrow I’ll sail far away.
O’er the raging foam for to seek
a home on the shores of Amerikay.
It’s not for the want of employment I’m going;
It’s not for the love of fame
That fortune bright may shine over me;
And give me a glorious name
It’s not for the want of employment I’m going;
O’er the weary and stormy sea
But to seek a home for my own true-love;
On the shores of Amerikay.
And when I am bidding my last farewell;
The tears like rain will blind
To think of my friends in my own native land;
And the home I’m leaving behind
But if I’m to die on a foreign land;
And be buried so far away
No fond mother’s tears will be shed o’er my grave;
On the shores of Amerikay. |