Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
Farewell to the wee girls of old Ireland all round
May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
When far far away across the ocean I'm bound
Oh my father is old and my mother is quite feeble
To leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore
To think they must die upon some foreign shore
But what matters to me where my bones may be buried
Oh the green fields of Canada they daily are blooming
It's there I'll put an end to my miseries and strife
so pack up your seastores and tarry no longer
Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
When you're on the green fields of Amerikay
The sheep run unshorn and the land's gone to rushes
The handyman's gone and the winders of creels
Away across the ocean good journeyman tailors
And fiddlers that play out the old mountain tunes.
Farewell to the dances in homes now deserted,
The paving and rigging of hobnails on flagstones
The tears of the old folk and shouts of encore
For the landlords and bailiffs in vile combination
Have forced us from hearthstone and homestead away
May the crowbar brigade all be doomed to damnation
When we're on the green fields of Americay.
And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way
With the best in the house I will treat him, and welcome
At home in the green fields of Amerikay.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.78]Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
[00:09.73]Farewell to the wee girls of old Ireland all round
[00:19.85]May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
[00:30.45]When far far away across the ocean I'm bound
[00:41.89]
[00:43.27]Oh my father is old and my mother is quite feeble
[00:53.02]To leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore
[01:14.72]To think they must die upon some foreign shore
[01:25.88]
[01:30.98]But what matters to me where my bones may be buried
[01:50.13]Oh the green fields of Canada they daily are blooming
[02:01.60]It's there I'll put an end to my miseries and strife
[02:11.90]
[02:12.35]so pack up your seastores and tarry no longer
[02:22.77]Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
[02:32.30]With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
[02:43.93]When you're on the green fields of Amerikay
[02:52.89]
[03:29.83]The sheep run unshorn and the land's gone to rushes
[03:38.79]The handyman's gone and the winders of creels
[03:49.02]Away across the ocean good journeyman tailors
[03:57.91]And fiddlers that play out the old mountain tunes.
[04:07.90]
[04:08.19]Farewell to the dances in homes now deserted,
[04:29.25]The paving and rigging of hobnails on flagstones
[04:40.69]The tears of the old folk and shouts of encore
[04:50.82]
[04:56.08]For the landlords and bailiffs in vile combination
[05:04.68]Have forced us from hearthstone and homestead away
[05:13.89]May the crowbar brigade all be doomed to damnation
[05:23.69]When we're on the green fields of Americay.
[05:32.24]
[05:34.00]And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
[05:43.54]If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way
[05:53.06]With the best in the house I will treat him, and welcome
[06:05.00]At home in the green fields of Amerikay.
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
Farewell to the wee girls of old Ireland all round
May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
When far far away across the ocean I'm bound
Oh my father is old and my mother is quite feeble
To leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore
To think they must die upon some foreign shore
But what matters to me where my bones may be buried
Oh the green fields of Canada they daily are blooming
It's there I'll put an end to my miseries and strife
so pack up your seastores and tarry no longer
Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
When you're on the green fields of Amerikay
The sheep run unshorn and the land's gone to rushes
The handyman's gone and the winders of creels
Away across the ocean good journeyman tailors
And fiddlers that play out the old mountain tunes.
Farewell to the dances in homes now deserted,
The paving and rigging of hobnails on flagstones
The tears of the old folk and shouts of encore
For the landlords and bailiffs in vile combination
Have forced us from hearthstone and homestead away
May the crowbar brigade all be doomed to damnation
When we're on the green fields of Americay.
And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way
With the best in the house I will treat him, and welcome
At home in the green fields of Amerikay.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.78]Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
[00:09.73]Farewell to the wee girls of old Ireland all round
[00:19.85]May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
[00:30.45]When far far away across the ocean I'm bound
[00:41.89]
[00:43.27]Oh my father is old and my mother is quite feeble
[00:53.02]To leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore
[01:14.72]To think they must die upon some foreign shore
[01:25.88]
[01:30.98]But what matters to me where my bones may be buried
[01:50.13]Oh the green fields of Canada they daily are blooming
[02:01.60]It's there I'll put an end to my miseries and strife
[02:11.90]
[02:12.35]so pack up your seastores and tarry no longer
[02:22.77]Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
[02:32.30]With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
[02:43.93]When you're on the green fields of Amerikay
[02:52.89]
[03:29.83]The sheep run unshorn and the land's gone to rushes
[03:38.79]The handyman's gone and the winders of creels
[03:49.02]Away across the ocean good journeyman tailors
[03:57.91]And fiddlers that play out the old mountain tunes.
[04:07.90]
[04:08.19]Farewell to the dances in homes now deserted,
[04:29.25]The paving and rigging of hobnails on flagstones
[04:40.69]The tears of the old folk and shouts of encore
[04:50.82]
[04:56.08]For the landlords and bailiffs in vile combination
[05:04.68]Have forced us from hearthstone and homestead away
[05:13.89]May the crowbar brigade all be doomed to damnation
[05:23.69]When we're on the green fields of Americay.
[05:32.24]
[05:34.00]And it's now to conclude and to finish my story
[05:43.54]If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way
[05:53.06]With the best in the house I will treat him, and welcome
[06:05.00]At home in the green fields of Amerikay.
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