Dear Danny,
I'm taking the pen in me hand
To tell you we're just
out of sight of the land
In a big anchor liner we're sailing in style
And we're sailing away
from the Emerald Isle
Oh, strange sort of sigh
seems to come from us all
As the waves hit the last
bit of old Donegal
Sure, it's good to be you
that has taken your tay
Where they're cutting the corn
around
Crisla the day
Sure I spoke to the captain
and he won't turn around
And if I swum back I'd
be up to be drowned
So I'll stay where I am,
for the diet is great
And there's lots of combustibles
piled on me plate
Although it is sumptuous,
sure I'd swap the whole lot
For the owl wooden spoon
and the stirrabout pot
Oh, and Kitty fernenced me
a -wettin' the tay
Where they're cuttin' the corn around
Creasela the day
There's a woman on board
That knows Kitty by sight
And we talked of old times
Till they put out the lights
I'm to meet the good woman
tomorrow on deck
And we'll talk about Katie
from here to Quebec
Sure I know I'm no match for her,
no, not the least
With her house, and two cows,
and her brother a priest
But the woman declares
Kitty's heart's on the sea
While mine's with the reapers
round
Chrysler the day
Ah, goodbye to you, Danny,
there's no more to be said
For I think the salt waters got into me head
And it drips from the eyes
when I call to me mind
The friends and the colleagues
I'm leaving behind
And sure Kitty herself,
when she bade me goodbye
Had just the slight trace
of a tear in her eye
And a break in her voice
when she said you might stay
But please God,
I'll come back to Al -Qrisla someday you