It's of a famous American ship, for New York we are bound;
Our captain being an Irishman belonging to Dublin town,
And when he gazes on that land and that city of high renown,
It's break away that green burgee and the Harp without a Crown.
It was on the seventeenth of March we arrived in New York Bay.
Our captain being an Irishman must cele-ber-ate the day,
With the Stars and Stripes high up aloft and fluttering all around,
But underneath his monkey-gaff flew the Harp without a Crown.