I remember very well the day we went away
Sailing out of Belfast in the morning
Our hopes were on tomorrow as we kissed the girls
But our dreams were on the day of our returning.
There’ll be dancing and romancing and
Never more we’ll roam.
There’ll be rolling in the hay, there’ll be whiskey in
When the Boys Come Rolling Home
We safely reached the other side to New York City fair
In spite of wind and rain and stormy weather
We all sat down to have a drink and wish each other
And said that we would all go home together
Paddy went to Boston and Bruce to Buffalo
And Jim he went as far as California
They used to write me letters then but that was long
And they always talked of Ireland and returning.
INSTR (of verse)
I must be nearly ninety now, my grandson’s by my bed
And here I’m in Chicago and still scheming.
He says he’ll take me home again to rest my weary head
And I’ll leave him a legacy of dreaming.