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[Play the first verse slowly]

[Verse 1]
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Now the ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic
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Me friends are standing on the quay in grief and sorrow frantic
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I'm just about to sail away on the good ship Dan O'Leary (next line is faster)
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The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary.

[Chorus]
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So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
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For the anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary
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And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
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I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away.

[Verse 2]
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In my old kitbag here I have cabbage, spuds and bacon
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Isn't that the finest fare and is your belly aching?
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If the ship its starts to pitch and toss, I'll leave very quickly
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I'll pack me bundle on me back and I'll walk to New York City.

[Chorus]
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So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
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For the anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary
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And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
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I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away.

[Verse 3]
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Those Yankee girls will sure love me, of course I'm speculatin'
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I'll oil them well with liquor boys, and they'll love the way I'm treatin'
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I'm as deep in love with Molly Burke as an ass is fond of clover
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When I get there I'll send for her, that's if she will come over.

[Chorus]
G                                                    D
So goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
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For the anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary
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And now the steam is rising up, I have no more to say
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I'm bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away.