Dear Danny I'm taking the pen in me hand To tell you we're just out of sight of the land In the grand Allan liner I'm sailing in style But I'm sailing away from the Emerald Isle. A strange sort of sigh seemed to come from us all As the waves hid the lad bit of auld Donegal Oh it's well to be you that is takin' yer tay, Where they're cuttin' the corn in Creeslough today.
There's a woman on board who knows Katie by sight And we talked of auld times 'till they put out the light I'm to meet the good woman tomorra' on deck Sure we'll talk about Katie from this to Quebec. I know I'm not match for her, no, not in the least With her house and two cows and her brother a priest But the woman declares Katie's heart's on the sea While mines with the reapers round Creeslough the day.
If Gaffney comes courting or John Michael Mick Put a word in for me with a lump of a stick Don't kill Gaffney outright he's no kind of chance But Mickey's a rogue you might murther at once For Katie may think as the longer she waites A boy in the hand is worth two in the States. And she'll promise to honour, to love and obey Some ruffian that's roaming round Creeslough the day.
Goodbye to you Danny, no more's to be said And I think the salt water's got into me head For it drips from me eyes when I call to mind The friends and the coleen I'm leaving behind. And still she might wait, when I bid her goodbye There was just the least taste of a tear in her eye And a break in her voice when she said 'You might stay, But please God you'll come back to auld Creeslough some day.'
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