Bound Away
Now the time of her sailing, it is soon drawing nigh
fare thee well, pretty Mollie, I must bid you good-bye
Farewell to old Ireland and all I hold dear
bound away for the high seas to the westward we'll steer
Oh, the swallow is pulling out of Dungarvan dock
where the boys and the girls on the quayside do flock
they will give us three cheers while their tears they do flow
bound away in the swallow to the westward we go
And now she’s a-sailing the wild rolling sea,
in a flashy blue ocean and the wind blowing free
while her sailors on watch walk the decks to and fro,
saying "god bless the Swallow where'er she may go!"
Oh, the swallow's a-sailing the Atlantic so wide,
while the dark, heavy seas roll along by her sides,
with her sails neatly trimmed, and the sun sinking low
she's an Abbeyside schooner, for god‘s sake, let her go!
And now we’re becalmed on the banks of Newfoundland
where the water's so green and the bottom is sand
where the fish of the ocean swim round to and fro
safe, safe on her journey, oh lord let her go
Oh, now we‘ve arrived in Dungarvan once more,
let’s go ashore, shipmates, on the land adore,
with wives and with sweethearts so happy we’ll be
drink a health to the Swallow, safe home from the sea
