Castle Garden
Farewell my old aqcquaintance, my friends both one and all,
My lot is in America, to either rise or fall.
From my capin I'm evited and likewise compelled to go
From the lovely land called Erin where the green shamrocks grow.
Hurray my boys the sails is spread and the wind is blowing fair.
Full steam for Castle Garden, in a few days we'll be there.
For to seek for bread and labor as we are compelled to go
From the lovely land called Erin where the green shamrocks grow.
I owe the landlord to years rent and I wish I owed him more.
One day a cowardly baliff stuck a notice on my door.
My old and wearied mother, it greived her heart full soar,
For to leave the house my father built, twas sixty years or more.
(Chorus of the second stanza)
Farewell my old aquantance, with whom I used to sport,
Where we'd sing and dance on Sunday night where the girls used to
resort.
For there's one I leave behind me, and she grives my heart full soar.
For to leave her in old Ireland. Will I see her more?
Hurray my boys the sails are spread and the winds yet blowing fair,
Full steam for castle garden in a few days we'll be here.
For to seek for bread and labor as we are compelled to go
From the lovely land called Erin where the greens shamrocks grow.
PF
oct97
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