Lyrics

Go sell your pigs and cow mo ghrá to take you far away
Your poor old parents you must leave behind
Go seek your fortunes darling in the land beyond the seas
For in Paddy`s land it`s poverty you`ll find

These were the words my father said when I left old Ireland
The sad farewell is in my memory still
So I packed my bundle on my back and left for evermore
That little old mud cabin on the hill

The roof is thatched with yellow straw the walls are white as snow
The turf fire boils a pot I see it still
Old Ireland`s longing on my heart the place where I was born
In that little old mud cabin on the hill

I think I see the turf fire it attracts my father`s gaze
My dear old mother sitting by his side
His pipe is lit the smoke ascends he`s thinking of the time
That took his darling boy beyond the tide

No more I`ll join the merry dance upon that cabin floor
To music of the bagpipes loud and clear
No more I`ll see those happy times we spent in days of yore
In that little old mud cabin on the hill

The roof is thatched with yellow straw the walls are white as snow
The turf fire boils a pot I see it still
Old Ireland`s longing on my heart the place where I was born
In that little old mud cabin on the hill