| lyric | 1. Fare you well to old Ireland since I must leave the shore,
And perhaps never see that little island no more.
Leaving borthers and sisters and mother to mourn,
And all for the sake of their dear darling son.
2. Oh there is one thing that do grieve my heart sore,
That’s to go and leave that charming pretty girl I adore.
But there is one thing more still runs in my mind,
That’s to think I should leave Kilkenny behind.
3. Kilkenny is a fine place, it lies in the west,
And the more I think on it —- it lies in my breast.
But now Iam in London so far from my home,
In Kilkenny I’ve a true love but here I have none. |