When they told me I must leave the place
I tried to keep a cheerful face,
To show my heart’s deep sorrow I was scorning,…
But the tears will surely blind me,
For the friends I lave behind me,
When I’m off to Philadelphia in the mornin’.
With me bundle on me shoulder,
Sure there’s no one can be bolder,
& I’m lavin’ dear old Ireland in the morning’.
For I lately took a notion,
For to cross the Briny Ocean,
And I’m off to Philadelphia in the mornin’.
