Кораблям и людям 37-го причала
I`т bidding farewell to the land of my youth
And the home I love so well
And the mountains so grand round my own native land
I'm bidding them all farewell
With an aching heart I'll bid them adieu
For tomorrow I'll sail far away
O'er the raging foam for to seek a foe
Off the shores of Amerikay.
(Старая ирландская песня, римейк)