The Green Fields Of Canada

N.C. So pack up your sea-stores, consider no longer For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay N.C. With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages When you're on the green fields of Amerikay C G F Am Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock C Dm F Am Farewell to the wee girls of Ireland all 'round C G F Am May your hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them C Dm F Am When far, far away across the ocean I'm bound F Dm G Am Well, me father is old, and me mother is quite feeble F Dm G Am G To leave their own country, it grieves their heart sore__ F Dm F Am Oh, the tears in great drops, down their cheeks they are rolling F Dm G Am F G To think they must die upon some foreign shore C G F Am The sheep run unsheared, and the land's gone to rushes C Dm F Am The handyman's gone, and the winder of creels C G F Am Away across the ocean go journeyman tailors C Dm F Am And fiddlers that played out the old mountain reels C G F Am Ah, but I mind the day when old Ireland was flourishing C Dm F Am And when lots of hard tradesmen did work for good pay C G F Am Ah, but since our manufacturies have crossed the Atlantic C Dm F Am Sure it's there we must follow to Amerikay F Dm G Am And it's now to conclude and to finish my story F Dm G Am G If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way__ F Dm F Am With the best in the house, I will greet him and welcome F Dm G Am Far away on the green fields of Amerikay