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Now the ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic Me friends are standing on the quay in grief and sorrow frantic I'm just about to sail away on the good ship Dan O'Leary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary In my old kitbag here I have cabbage, spuds and bacon Isn't that the finest fare and is your belly aching If the ship its starts to pitch and toss I'll left very quickly I'll pack me bundle on me back and I'll walk to New York City So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I'm speculatin' I'll oil them well with liquor, boys, and they'll love the way I'm treatin' 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! So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary From Letras Mania