Paddy Reilly - Emigrants Letter

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Dear Danny, I'm taking the pen in my hand,
To tell you we're just out of sight of the land,
In A big Ocean liner Were sailing in style,
But where were sailing a way from the Emerald Isle.
A long sort of sigh seemed to come from us all As
the waves hit the last bit of auld Donegal,
Ah, it's good to be you that's taking your tay ,
When your cutting the corn round Creeslough to day.

There's a woman on board who knows Katie by sight,
So we talked of auld times 'til they put out the light.
I'm to meet the good woman tomorrow on deck,
And we'll talk about Katie from here to Quebec,
Now Katie May think as longer she waits a boy in
a hand is worth two in the states, and she promise to
honor to love and obey, some roughin who's roman round
Creeslough today.

Goodbye to you Danny, no more's to be said,
And I think the salt water's got into my head,
And it drips from my eyes when I call to my mind
The friends and the colleagues I'm leaving behind.
And still she might wait. When I bid her goodbye
There was just a wee trace of a tear in her eye,
And a brake in her voice when she said,"You might stay,
But, please God you'll return to auld Creeslough, some day."