I'm taking the pen in me hand
In a big anchor liner we're sailing in style
seems to come from us all
As the waves hit the last
Sure, it's good to be you
Where they're cutting the corn
Sure I spoke to the captain
And there's lots of combustibles
Although it is sumptuous,
sure I'd swap the whole lot
Oh, and Kitty fernenced me
Where they're cuttin' the corn around
That knows Kitty by sight
And we talked of old times
Till they put out the lights
I'm to meet the good woman
And we'll talk about Katie
Sure I know I'm no match for her,
With her house, and two cows,
Kitty's heart's on the sea
While mine's with the reapers
Ah, goodbye to you, Danny,
there's no more to be said
For I think the salt waters got into me head
And it drips from the eyes
The friends and the colleagues
Had just the slight trace
when she said you might stay
I'll come back to Al -Qrisla someday you