long time ago in the county Mayo me story it first began
Before this land it was finally cured by the first economical plan 
brave young man had to leave his home and sail far over the sea
But he got well paid in the job and he stayed on the shores of Amerikay

He got on very well but he sent nothing home and his mother began to think
That maybe [bad word] away with the blonde or he spent all his money on drink
So she wrote him a letter enquiring the news and she sent it strait away
And upon the cover she carefully wrote: "To My son in Amerikay"

Well, the postman collected she letter she wrote and he drove in his van to Cork
Where he placed it on board of the ship in Cobh that landed in New York
And there with the whiskey and everything else the mailbags lay on the quay 
And among the rest was the letter addressed to "My son in Amerikay"

Oh, American postmen I needn't relate they are rather like me and you 
And when at last to this letter they came, they didn't know what to do
They looked up all the official lists but these had nothing to say
There was no directory could help'em to find a "Son in Amerikay" 

So it lay round the office for months and years and it gave all the boys to laugh 
Until at length it found some use in training of the staff 
To every new postman who came on the job it was shown as Example "A"
That was insufficiently addressed to "My son in Amerikay"

But the son he got older and wiser too and one day to himself he said:
"Oh, how are things going with me mother at home and is she alive or dead?"
He walked round the block to the GPO where he stood with his cap in his hand:
"By any chance there'd be a letter for me from me mother in Ireland?"

O yes, kind sir, and here it is we've been waiting for you to call
We knew someone someday [bad word] from Cork or old Donegal
From the two hundred million that's living now in the whole of the USA
For a mother in Ireland at last we have found a Son in Amerikay!