Gone to Baltimore.
O ’tis merrily the pipers play,1
And there’s dancing on the moonlit shore,2
But how can I be glad without my Irish lad
?3
For he’s gone away to Baltimore.4
Does he think of me, I wonder, in the far-off foreign town,5
With the pretty lasses round him and the starlight shining down ?6
Does he think of what he asked me by the old Killarney shore,7
When I told him that I loved him for ever evermore ?8
O ’tis merrily the pipers play,9
And there’s dancing on the moonlit shore,10
But how can I be glad without my Irish lad
?11
For he’s gone away to Baltimore.12
Ah then, Thady darling, list to me and never mind the gold,13
It’s only you I’m wanting in the home you loved of old.14
Do you think I want a palace ? ah ! the smallest hut will do,15
If you only love me, Thady, and will take me there with you.16
O ’tis merrily the pipers play,17
And there’s dancing on the moonlit shore,18
But how can I be glad without my Irish lad ?19
For he’s gone away to Baltimore.20
So if fortune fail you, Thady, and the gold you never find,21
Come back to dear old Ireland, and the girl you left behind ;22
She is waiting for you, darling, as she’s waited evermore,23
Since we parted in the moonlight by the old Killarney shore.24
And ’tis merrily the pipes shall play,25
And we’ll dance upon the happy shore,26
When you sail across the sea, with all your heart for me,27
And you come again from Baltimore !28