The Emigrant's Letter Lyrics
The Emigrant's Letter - John Roche
Dear Danny I'm taking the pen in me hand
To tell you we're just out of sight of the land
In the grand Allan liner I'm sailing in style
But I'm sailing away from the Emerald Isle
A strange sort of sigh seemed to come from us all
As the waves hid the lad bit of auld Donegal
Oh it's well to be you that is takin' yer tay
Where they're cuttin' the corn in Creeslough today
There's a woman on board who knows Katie by sight
And we talked of auld times 'till they put out the light
I'm to meet the good woman tomorra' on deck
Sure we'll talk about Katie from this to Quebec
I know I'm not match for her no not in the least
With her house and two cows and her brother a priest
But the woman declares Katie's heart's on the sea
While mines with the reapers round Creeslough the day
Goodbye to you Danny no more's to be said
And I think the salt water's got into me head
For it drips from me eyes when I call to me mind
The friends and the coleen I'm leaving behind
And still she might wait when I bid her goodbye
There was just the least taste of a tear in her eye
And a break in her voice when she said
You might stay
But please God you'll come back to auld Creeslough some day