I really wanted to see them make it across. It was disappointing at the end.

CHERISH THE LADIES

The Green Fields Of Canada

Farewell to the groves, of shillelagh and shamrock
Farewell to the wee girls, of old Ireland all 'round
May their hearts be as merry, as ever I would wish them
When far, far away, across the ocean I'm bound

Oh my father is old, and my mother is quite feeble
To leave their own country, it grieves their heart sore
Oh the tears in great drops, down their cheeks they are rolling
To think they must die, upon some foreign shore

But what matters to me, where my bones may be buried
If in peace and contentment, I can spend my life
Oh the green fields of Canada, they are daily a blooming
And it's there I'll put an end, to my miseries and strife

So pack up your sea stores, and tarry no longer
Ten dollars a week, isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithes, to devour up your wages
When you're on the green fields of Americae

The sheep run unshorn, and the land's gone to rushes
The handyman is gone, and the winders of creels
Away across the ocean, go journeyman tailors
And fiddlers that play out, the old mountain reels

Farewell to the dances, in homes now deserted
When tips struck the lightening, in sparks from the floor
The paving and crigging, of hobnails on flagstones
The tears of the old folk, and shouts of encore

For the landlords and bailiffs, in vile combination
Have forced us from hearth stone, and homestead away
May the crowbar brigade, all be doomed to damnation
When we're on the green fields, of America

And it's now to conclude, and to finish my story
If e'er friendless Irishmen chance my way
With the best in the house, I will treat him and welcome
At home in the green fields of America