Our Ship It Is Ready To Sail Away

The last verse in this version, which I learned from the late Mary Ryan of Springfield, Massachusetts, refers to the "American wake". The family and friends of one who had planned to emigrate to America would gather the night before the journey to have a wake in the emigrants honor. The traveler was never expected to be seen again.

Our ship it is ready, to sail away

So come my sweet comrades, over the stormy sea

Her snow white wings are all unfurled and

Soon shall swim in a watery world

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Don't forget love, do not grieve

For my heart is true-and cannot deceive

My hand and heart, I give to you

So farewell my love, and remember me.

Farewell to Dublin's hills and braes;

To Kiliney Mountain's silvery stream

Where's many the fine long summers day,

We loitered hours of joy away

CHORUS

It's now I must pay a long adieu

To Wicklow and its beauties too

Avoca's vale, where lovers meet

There to discourse in whispers sweet

CHORUS

Farewell to my parents, with the tears rolling down

To my friends and relations and neighbors all 'round

The last night is passed, now comes the day

But you will be my thoughts when faraway