Текст песни: Shores of America + перевод

I’m bidding farewell to the land of my youth

And the homes I loved so well

And the mountains grand of my own native land

I am bidding them all farewell

With an aching heart I’ll bid them adiue

For tomorrow I’ll sail far away

O’er the raging foam to seek a home

On the shores of Americay

It’s not for the want of employment I’m goin'

It’s not for to seek some fame

That fortune’s bright may shine over me

And give me a gorious name

It’s not for the want of employment I’m goin'

O’er the dreary and stormy sea

But to seek a home for my own true love

On the shores of Americay

And when I am bidding my last farewell

The tears like rain will fall

To think of my friends in my own native land

And the home in old Ireland so small

But if I’m to die on a far foreign shore

And be buried so far, far away

No fond mother’s tears will be shed o’er my grave

On the shores of Americay

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