I came from Tipperary a few short months ago,
With spirits light and airy, I'm an emigrant you know;
Pray, let me ask yer pardon, smile on me if yer please,
For I came from Tipperary, so far beyant the seas.
For I'm just over, just over,
Just over from the old country;
Just over, just over, but I'll soon go back again.
But now I'm going to leave ye, I'm going far away,
I'm going to leave the land I love-that's dear America;
I am going back to my birth-place, in that little isle so green,
The home of all true Irish, and the best place that I've seen.
For I'm just over, just over, &c.