THE SHORES OF AMERIKAY

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I'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth
And the that home I love so well
The mountains grand in me own native land
I'm bidding them all farewell
With an aching heart, I'll bid them adieu
For tomorrow I'll sail far away
O'er the raging foam for to seek a home
On the shores of Amerikay

Oh, it's not for the want of employment I go
It's not for the love of fame
For fortune bright to shine over me
And give me a glorious name
It's not for the want of employment I go going
O'er the weary and stormy sea
But to seek a home for my own true love
On the shores of Amerikay

And when I am bidding my last farewell
The tears like rain will blind
To think of my friends in my own native land
And the people I'm leaving behind
But if I'm to die in some far foreign land
And be buried so far, far away
No fond mother's tears will be shed o'er my grave
On the shores of Amerikay