Oh! rise up, Rory darlin', for there's knockin' at the door!
We must leave the little cabin that we built in days of yore!
For the place is ours no longer, we must go, dear, you and I!
And who can tell us, Rory dear, where we tonight shall lie!
We must go, dear, for they're knockin' at the door,
There's no room for us in Ireland, the place is ours no more!

There's a country that they tell of far away across the sea!
Where they say there's luck and fortune in store for you and me!
But the richest country, darlin', and the luckiest spot on earth
Can ne'er be like ould Ireland, the place that gave us birth!
We must go, dear, there's a stranger at the door,
There's no room for us in Ireland, the land is ours no more!

But if there's no room over there, and forth again we're cast!
There's another country left us that will take us in at last!
'Tis up yonder, Rory darlin', where the stars are shinin' fair!
And there'll be no weary roamin' when we once are safe in there.
Let's be goin', Rory darlin', let the world be as it will,
Our hearts are with ould Ireland, and Heaven's above us still!