Текст песни The Shores of Amerikay (Patrick Clifford) с переводом

I’m bidding farewell to the land of my youth

And the home that I love so well

And the mountains grand of my own native land

I’m bidding them all farewell

With an aching heart I’ll bid them adieu

For tomorrow we sail far away

O’er the raging foam, 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 want of fame

For fortune bright to shine over me

And give me a glorious name

It’s not for the want of employment I’m going

O’er the dreary 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 fall

To think of my friends in my own native land

And my home back in old Ireland so small

But if I’m to die on a far foreign shore

And be buried so far, far away

No fond mother’s tears will be shed o’er my grave

On the shores of Amerikay

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