Lyrics:
Michael Shea he marched away
With the Dublin Fusiliers,
An' he left the town in cheers
But he left his girl in tears.
But in the rattle of the battle
Michael stood his test,
An' he won a “Sargent's” uniform
An' a medal on his chest.
He got a two month's furlough
An' he started on his way,
His Irish eyes adancin'
As the Boys all heard him say:
Goodbye! I'm on my way
To dear old Dublin Bay,
That's why I'm feelin' gay,
For oh! I know sweet Molly O.
My colleen, fair to see,
Is waitin' there for me,
