I remember very well the day we went away Sailing out of Belfast in the morning Our hopes were on tomorrow as we kissed the girls goodbye But our dreams were on the day of our returning
And There'll be dancing and romancing and And Never more we'll roam There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay
When the Boys Come Rolling Home We safely reached the other side to New York City fair In spite of wind and rain and stormy weather We all sat down to have a drink and wish each other well And said that we would all go home together
And There'll be dancing and romancing and And Never more we'll roam There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay
Paddy went to Boston and Bruce to Buffalo And Jim he went as far as California They used to write me letters then but that was long ago And they always talked of Ireland and returning
And There'll be dancing and romancing and And Never more we'll roam There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay
I must be nearly ninety now, my grandson's by my bed And here I'm in Chicago and still scheming He says he'll take me home again to rest my weary head And I'll leave him a legacy of dreaming
And There'll be dancing and romancing and And Never more we'll roam There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay
And There'll be dancing and romancing and And Never more we'll roam There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay