From Derry quay we sailed away 
On the 23rd of May 
We were taken on board by a pleasant crew 
Bound for Americay 
Fresh water we did take on 
Five thousand gallons or more 
In case we'd run short going to New York 
Far away from the Shamrock shore. 

So fare thee well, sweet Lisa dear
And likewise unto Derry town,
And twice farewell to my comrades brave,
Who dwell on that sainted ground
If fortune and fame shall favour me
And I to have money in store,
I’ll go back and I’ll wed the sweet Lassie I left
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore

We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick
And no-one on board was free,
We were all confined unto our bunks
With no one to pity poor me,
No father dear, no mother kind
To lift up me head which was sore
This made me think more on the lassie I left
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.

We safely reached the other side
In fifteen and twenty days,
We were taken as passengers by a man
And led round in six different ways,
Than each of us drank a parting glass
In case we’d meet no more,
And we drank a health to old Ireland
And Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.