Shores Of America - The Wolfe Tones

I’m bidding farewell to the land of my youth\nAnd the homes I loved so well\nAnd the mountains grand of my own native land\nI am bidding them all farewell\nWith an aching heart I’ll bid them adiue\nFor tomorrow I’ll sail far away\nO’er the raging foam to seek a home\nOn the shores of Americay\nIt’s not for the want of employment I’m goin'\nIt’s not for to seek some fame\nThat fortune’s bright may shine over me\nAnd give me a gorious name\nIt’s not for the want of employment I’m goin'\nO’er the dreary and stormy sea\nBut to seek a home for my own true love\nOn the shores of Americay\nAnd when I am bidding my last farewell\nThe tears like rain will fall\nTo think of my friends in my own native land\nAnd the home in old Ireland so small\nBut if I’m to die on a far foreign shore\nAnd be buried so far, far away\nNo fond mother’s tears will be shed o’er my grave\nOn the shores of Americay