Granddaddy used to sit me on his And me how it was in the old country Famine and and crops that failed I'd listen for hours as he told his
He said, "There must have a curse on the family name" But he swore be the one to break that chain With money that he saved from the of his brow He'd get 'em out of there, someday,
Well, he never was much of a man But he of passage to the Promised Land Bet it all on a life in America He said, "We'll change our fate, and this danged Luck"
I can only the look on his face Tickets in hand, as counted the days passports, no turnin' back Decidin' what they should and pack
But the baby caught the fever days before And the doctor hung a sheet on front door For two long weeks they quarantined with nothin' but a shattered dream
Well, he never was much of a man But he dreamed of to the Promised Land Bet it all on a life in America He said, "We'll change our fate, and danged O'Reilly Luck"
Granddaddy told this 'til he passed away How the people all cheered the dock that day While he shook his fist a tear in his eye At the beautiful of the White Star Line
And he cursed his fate and his danged O'Reilly As the mighty Titanic, into the sun
Well, he never was much of a man But he his way to the Promised Land Bet it all on a better life in He said, "We'll change our fate, and this O'Reilly Luck Danged Luck"