I always will remember well
The day we went away
Sailing out of Dublin in the morning
Our hopes were on tomorrow as we kissed the girls farewell
And our dreams were on the day of our returning
There'll be dancin', romancin', and never more we'll roam
There'll be rollin' in the hay
There'll be whiskey in the tay
When the boys come rolling home
We safely reached the other side in New York City fair
In spite of wind and rain and stormy weather
We all sat down and drank a glass
And wished each other well
And we said that we'd be going back together
There'll be dancin', romancin', and never more we'll roam
There'll be rollin' in the hay
There'll be whiskey in the tay
When the boys come rolling home
Now Del went up to Boston, and Sam to Buffalo
And Pat went down as far as Californie
I used to get some letters then, but that was long ago
And they always spoke of Ireland and returning
There'll be dancin', romancin', and never more we'll roam
There'll be rollin' in the hay
There'll be whiskey in the tay
When the boys come rolling home
Well, I'm well over eighty now, my grandson's by my bed
And here I'm in Chicago and still scheming
He says he'll take me back again to rest my weary head
And I'll leave him a legacy of dreaming
There'll be dancin', romancin', and never more we'll roam
There'll be rollin' in the hay
There'll be whiskey in the tay
When the boys come rolling home
There'll be dancin', romancin', and never more we'll roam
There'll be rollin' in the hay
There'll be whiskey in the tay
When the boys come rolling home