Sweet Mary, me darling, the war clouds are looming
And traitors are plotting to fetter the land!
I go on the morrow, when cannon are booming
To join in the battle with liberty's band

Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul
Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul

The land that has blessed us, with love and protection
Is smitten with peril, beleaguered with foеs;
The brave and true hеarted, with loyal affection
Must march where the banner of liberty goes

Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul
Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul

With tear moistened eyelids, I look through the gloaming
And think of the pleasures that blessed us of old!
It's breaking my heart is, Sweet Mary Maloning
With sorrow to leave ye, dear bride of my soul

Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul
Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul
The Emerald Island away in the ocean
With white breakers kissing its murmuring shores
America's armor will one day be needing
That British oppression may curse her no more

Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul
Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul

I go, but remember, Sweet Mary, my darling
In camp or a-marching, to you I am true!
And if you should listen in vain my returning
I fall 'neath our banner, the Stars and the Blue

Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul
Fare thee well, sweet Mary Mavourneen
It grieves me to leave thee, dear bride of my soul