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It's twenty years ago today, I grasped my mother's hand,
She kissed and blessed her only son, going to a foreign land;
The neighbours took me from her arm's they knew I had to go,
And then I heard my mother say, In tones so sweet and low.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, and when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
We sailed away from Queenstown, that is the cobh of Cork,
A pleasant voyage we surely had and landed in New York;
My friends all came to greet me there and work I got next day,
But still I thought that I could hear my mother sweet voice say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, and when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
Then one day a letter came, it came from Ireland,
The postmark showed it came from home, twas not my mother's hand;
Twas father john who had wrote to say that she had passed away,
And then as if from Heaven above I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, and when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
10 окт 2010
