Chorus Then friends never roam from the farm and the home Where you're safe from all danger and harm. Your work will be blest and you'll find peace and rest And a dollar or two on the farm. Sure the Alderman wishes himself back in Cork , And Price Webber has wired to our Boss. But the devil a toe will he go to New To be dreaming of old Kelly's Cross. For where e're we may roam from our dear native home Like poor exiles we'd pine for the loss Of the meadows an' rills an' the lovely big hills And the colleens of dear Kelly's Cross. Chorus Where e're we might roam from our dear Island home Sure no damsels we'd find that could charm Or whose bright eyes would beam, as they sipped their ice cream Like the loved ones way down on the farm. And the Campbells have come so we sing a good tune Sure there's nothing to cause us alarm, For we know that our kind good soggert aroon Father Terrence is watching the farm. If you feel cupid's darts and have lost your heart. Ask your colleen to be your dear wife. To the good Father go, he'll bless you I know And make you both happy for life. Then no more you'll roam far round the dear home, There will linger as a charm, And to add to your joys you'll have fine girls and boys, And be happy for life on the farm. So we'll stick to the farm and eat pumpkin pie And raise carrots like Mike on the hill And take out the chiler to fight the horned fly And the tatey bugs murder and kill An' at night we'll be gay an' drive care away Nor we'll heed not the winds of the storm Nor enjoy the King as we merrily sing With a night cap to keep our toes warm. Chorus Sure a wee drop of booze wi'd the ould wife at home Won't onset you or do you no harm. And when w've no grog, we will drink good eggnog And be happy as lords on the farm. —126—