Song: The Green Fields Of Canada歌词

Farewell to the groves
Of shillelagh and shamrock
Farewell to the wee girls
Of old Ireland all 'round
May their hearts be as merry
As ever I would wish them
When far far away across
The ocean I'm bound
Oh my father is old
And my mother is quite feeble
To leave their own country
It grieves their heart sore
Oh the tears in great drops
Down their cheeks they are rolling
To think they must die upon
Some foreign shore
But what matters to me
Where my bones may be buried
If in peace and contentment
I can spend my life
Oh the green fields of Canada
They daily are blooming
And it's there I'll put an end
To my miseries and strife
So pack up your sea stores
And tarry no longer
Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithes
To devour up your wages
When you're on the green fields of America
The sheep run unshorn
And the land's gone to rushes
The handyman is gone
And the winders of creels
Away across the ocean
Go journeyman tailors
And fiddlers that play out
The old mountain reels
Farewell to the dances
In homes now deserted
When tips struck the lightening
In sparks from the floor
The paving and crigging
Of hobnails on flagstones
The tears of the old folk
And shouts of encore
For the landlords and bailiffs
In vile combination
Have forced us from hearth stone
And homestead away
May the crowbar brigade
All be doomed to damnation
When we're on the green fields of America
And it's now to conclude
And to finish my story
If e'er friendless Irishmen chance my way
With the best in the house
I will treat him and welcome
At home in the green fields of America
The Green Fields Of Canada - Cherish The Ladies编辑于2021/04/13更新