Sit you down, loyal comrades Sit you down for a while Til I spend my last hours in Erin's green isle Come fill up your gla**es and we'll drink hand in hand For tomorrow I'll be leaving the shores of Lough Bran There's my father and mother, you can now hear them sigh With their tears all bewailing, it would moisten your eye But I will a**ist them, please God if I can Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran In the incoming morning, I will bid you adieu To Leitrim, Drumshanboe, and sweet Carrick too But no matter what fortune I might make far away My thoughts shall be with you by night and by day My thoughts shall be with you while life's course it is planned Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran