Dear Danny I'm taking the pen in my hand
To tell you we're just out of sight
Of the land
In the big Anquer liner
We're sailing in style
We're sailing away
From the Emerald Isle
A stain sort of sigh
Seems to come from us all
As the waves hit the last
Bit of auld Donegal
Who's good to be you
Who is taking your tea
Where' they're cutting the corn
And Creeslough today
Shall I spoke to the captain
But he won't turn her round
And if I swam back
I'd be apt to be drowned
So I stay where I am
And the diet is great
And there's lots of combustibles
Piled on me plate
Although it is sumpchus
Sure I swap the whole lot
For the old wooden spoon
And the stirabout pot
And Katey forninst me a wetting the tay
Where they're cutting the corn
And Creeshla the day
Ah goodbye to you Danny
There's no more to be said
For I think the salt water's
Got into me head
Sure it dreeps from me eyes
When I call to me mind
The friends and the colleen
I'm leavin' behind
Sure Kitty yourself
When she bit me goodbye
I just the slight trase
Of a tear in her eye
And a break in her voice when she said
You might stay
But please God I'll come back
To old Creeshla some day
The corn in the Creeshla today
