Sweet West Mayo

It was at dawning on a summer's morning from Fiddawangerogue (?) I went away
I took a notion to cross the ocean to see some friends in Amerikay
I bought a ticket at Westport station, the sight at parting I could not tell
My tears were falling like hail in winter when to my comrades I bid farewell.

I felt dejected, no doubt, at leaving, my heart was rent with the saddest woe,
And I took a glance o'er the fertile valleys and flowery braes of sweet West Mayo,
Then by Castlebar and Manulla Junction and through Claremorris I made my way
And soon the engine was gently steaming in the loving station of Castlereagh.

A short time after our train was moving and in an hour we reached Athlone
Where we were met by fine hearty girls from Meath, Westmeath and from green Tyrone,
Because they were leaving for Philadelphia quiet and lonely they all had been,
In the land of freedom we all are praying to see the green flag floating o'er College Green.