Goodbye Mick

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The Wolfe Tones

The Wolfe Tones are an Irish rebel music band that incorporate Irish traditional music in their songs. Formed in 1963, they take their name from Theobald Wolfe Tone, one of the leaders of the Irish Rebellion of 1798, with the double meaning of a wolf tone – a spurious sound that can affect instruments of the violin family. more »

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The ships it sails in half an
Hour to cross the broad Atlantic
Me friends are standing on the quay with
Grief and sorrow frantic
I'm just about to sail away in
The good ship Dan O'Leary
The anchors are weighed and the gangway's up
I'm leaving Tipperary

And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat
And goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors are weighed and the gangway's up
I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off
I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City, boys
Three thousand miles away

In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage
Beans and bacon
And if ye's think I can't eat that
Well there's where you're mistaken
For the ship will play with pitch and toss
For half a dozen farthings
I'll roll my bundle on me back
And walk to Castle Gardens

Now won't I come that Yankee chat
I guess I'm calculatin'
Come liquor up, ol' soggy boy
When an old friend I am treatin'
I'm deep in love with Molly Burke like
An ass is fond of clover
I'll send for her when I get there
That's if she will come over

And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat
And goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors are weighed and the gangway's up
I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off
I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City, boys
Three thousand miles away

Then fare ye well, old Erin dear
To part me heart does ache, yea
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear
I'll never see your equal
Although to foreign parts we're bound
Where cannibals may eat us
We'll ne'er forget the holy ground
The poteen and potatoes


And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat
And goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors are weighed and the gangway's up
I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off
I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City, boys
Three thousand miles away

When good Saint Paddy banished snakes
He shook them from his garment
He never thought we'd go abroad
To live upon such varmint
Nor quit this land where whiskey grew
To wear the Yankee button
Take vinegar for mountain dew and
Toads for mountain mutton

And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat
And goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchors are weighed and the gangway's up
I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off
I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City, boys
Three thousand miles away

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