At the dawn of the morning|
My ship will be sailing
To take me away from the land of my birth,
And the feeling of sorrow
That now has come o'er me
Seems to rob me all I held dearest on earth.
Oh these are the last hours
I'll spend in old Erin
So please God arrange it that I'll see once more.
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