Sweet Liberty / Promenade Farewell to old Ireland the land of my childhood Which now and forever I am going to leave Farewell to the shores where the shamrock is growing It’s the bright spot of beauty and home of the brave I will think on its valleys with fond admiration Though never again its green hills will I see I’m bound for to cross o’er that wide swelling ocean In search of fame, fortune and sweet liberty It’s hard to be forced from the lands that we live in Our houses and farms obliged for to sell And to wander alone among Indians and strangers To find some sweet spot where our children might dwell I’ve got a wee lassie I fain would take with me Her dwelling at present lies in County Down It would break my sad heart for to leave her behind me We will both roam together this wide world around Our farmers, our artists, our tradesmen are going To seek for employment far over the sea Where they will get riches with care and industry There’s nothing but hardship at home if you stay So cheer up your spirits you lads and you lasses There’s gold for the digging and lots of it too And success to the hearts that have courage to venture Misfortune to him or to her that would rue There’s brandy in Quebec at ten cents a quart boys The ale in new Brunswick’s a penny a glass There’s rum in that sweet town they call Montreal boys At inn after inn we will drink as we pass We’ll call for a bumper of ale wine and brandy And drink to the health of those far away Our hearts will all warm at the thought of old Ireland While we’re in the green fields of Amerikay