In comes the train and the whole platform shakes
Stops with a shutter and a screaming of breaks
The parting has come and my weary soul aches
I'm leaving my Nancy-o

You stand there so calmly, determinedly gay
You talk of the wheather and events of the day
And your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say
Goodbye, my Nancy-o

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And come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows

My suitcase is lift up and stole on the train
And a thousand regrets wear around in my brain
The ache in my heart is black sea of pain
I'm leaving my Nancy-o

But you stand there beside me, so lovely to see
The grip of your hand is a none-spoken plee
You're a-fooling yourself, but your not fooling me
Goodbye, my Nancy-o

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But our time has run out and the whistle has blown
Here I must leave you standing alone
We'd so little time and now the time's gone
Goodbye, my Nancy-o

And as the train starts gently to roll
And as I lean out to wave and to call
I see the first tears trickle and fall
Goodbye, my Nancy-o

(Chorus)

Performed by The Dubliners. Written by Eric Bogle.