Trad.

When I was young and in my prime
I could wander Ireland free
Then a sudden thought came to my mind
To follow the call of the sea

For a landsman's life is all his own
He can go or he can stay
But when the sea gets in your blood
When she calls you must obey

So I sing farewell to Carlingford
And farewell to Greenore
And I think of you both day and night
Until I return once more
Until I return once more

Now I had a girl called Mary Foyle
And she lived in Greenore
And the only thought that was in her mind
Was to keep me safe from shore

And all of the stormy seven seas
I have sailed before the mast
And on every voyage I'd ever made
I swore it would be my last

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