Oh, the Shanandoah wuz a good ships name, from New York town she came. An’ our cap’en bein’ an Irishman, belongin’ to Dubalin Town The capt’n there wuz an Irishman, ol’ Donald wuz his name. ‘Rah for the bonny green flag, an’ the Harp widout th’ Crown!
The capt’n there wuz an Irishman, comin’ from Dublin town. And the flag he flew on the ol’ mast head, wuz the harp without the crown.
We’ll send aloft the canvas, lads, to work without a frown, An’ underneath the monkey-cap, lies the harp without the crown.
An’ now we’re in the channel boys, a lovely sight to see, Them Highland Hills an’ Nolan Dells, bring memories to me.
An’ now we pass the Belly lights, an’ the ship can be seen from town. An’ the gals all shout; Here comes our ship, an’ the harp without the crown.
An’ now that we are landed, an’ safe in Dublin’s town, We’ll bid adieu to the Shanandoah, an’ the harp wihout the crown.
We’ll drink some ale an’ whiskey, an’ pass the glass around. Good luck to the funny Shanandoah, an’ the harp without the crown.
