From Londonderry we set sail all on the eight of May;
We had a sweet and pleasant gale going down to Moville Bay;
Fresh water there, near twenty tons, for passengers did store,
Lest we should want going to Saint John's, far from the Shamrock Shore.

That evening at six o'clock our anchor we did weigh;
The sunbeans on Benevenagh rocks they splendidly did play;
Greencastle's ancient church and fort they made my sad heart sore,
Thinking of when Tirconell's court did grace the Shamrock Shore.

Next morning we were all seasick - not one of us was free;
Quite helpless on my berth I lay, no one to pity me;
No friends were near, but strangers drear to lift my head when sore,
None of my own to hear me moan, for from Shamrock Shore.

The, lo! a dreadful storm arose; the seas like mountains roll
Blue lightnings flash on every side and rush from pole to pole!
Regardless both of winds and waves and hoarse loud thunder's roar,
Our galland crew the tempest braved far from the Shamrock Shore.

We landed on the other side in three and thirty days;
And drinking o'er a parting glass we took our several ways;
We took each comrade by the hand, perhaps to meet no more,
And thought on all our absent friends and the lovely Shamrock Shore.

To Captain Harrison we owe our grateful thanks indeed,
Him and his crew were never slow to help us in our need;
In a full glass we'll drink his health and toast it o'er and o'er,
May he still in safety pass to and fro from our lovely Shamrock Shore.

Transcribed July 14, 2000 by T. M. Carlsen