Lyrics:

Come, brothers, come, sisters
Come, feeble, old and grey
For the famine, it has broken
So we're bound for America
For it is the land of plenty
Where in gold the streets are paved
Till the heath is green in Carrig down
I'll no' return again

Come, brothers, come, sisters
Come, feeble, old and grey
For the famine, it has broken
So we're bound for America
For it is the land of plenty
Where in gold the streets are paved
Till the heath is green in Carrig down
I'll no' return again

Oh, my America
The land of dreams so far away
The emerald isles
They shine so bright no more
I'll send a kiss across the ocean
And you're just a dream away
For dreams become reality
In my America

Farewell, the groves of Ireland
'Cross the ocean to my call
For the winter skies grow colder
Like the summer to my fall
So blow, the winds of fortune
Be still, you raging waves
Till the heath is green in Carrig down
I'll no' return again

Oh, my America
The land of dreams so far away
The emerald isles
They shine so bright no more
I'll send a kiss across the ocean
And you're just a dream away
For dreams become reality
In my America

Oh, my America
The land of dreams so far away
The emerald isles
They shine so bright no more
I'll send a kiss across the ocean
And you're just a dream away
For dreams become reality
In my America

Till the heath is green in Carrig down
I'll no' return again