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Come all you sons of Paddy's land and listen onto me'Til I relate of the hardships great a crossing over the seaFor the want of bed ten thousands fled so far across the foamAnd left the land where they were born called Erin's lovely homeBlack forty seven I'll never forget when the fever it stalked the landAnd the famine without mercy it stretched forth its dreadful handThere's many the child in cold death lay their parents they did mournWhile the landlord's agents pulled down our roofs in Erin's lovely homeMy father, was a farming man reared to industryHe had two sons, they were men strong, and lovely daughters threeOur farm was too small to feed us all so some of us had to roamWith sisters two I bid adieu to Erin's lovely homeMy father sold the second cow and he borrowed twenty poundsAnd in the merry month of May we sailed from Sligo townThere were thousands more left upon the shore all anxious for to roamAnd leave the land where they were born called Erin's lovely homeWe were scarcely seven days at sea when the fever it plagued our crewThey were falling like the autumn leaves bidding friends and life adieuNow the raging waves sweep o'er their graves, amidst the ocean foamOur friends may mourn for we'll never return to Erin's lovely homeMy loving sisters they both took ill and their lives they were taken awaySongtexteAnd oh it grieved my heart full sore for to cast them in the seaDown in the deep now they do sleep they never more will roamBut in heaven I'll meet with my sisters sweet from Erin's lovely homeNow I'm in the land of liberty where plenty it does aboundWhere the laboring man gets full reward for the tilling of his groundThere's naught I can see that can comfort me as an exile I must roamAnd end my days far far away from Erin's lovely home Aus Songtexte Mania