The Shores Of Lough Bran

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 glasses 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 assist 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