Erin's Lovely Home-Donal Lunny

歌手 : Donal Lunny

专辑 : The Hungry Voice (The Song Legacy Of Ireland's Great Hunger

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:32

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TXT Erin's Lovely Home-Donal Lunny 文本歌词

Erin's Lovely Home - Donal Lunny

Come all you sons of paddy's

Land and listen unto me

'Til I relate of the hardships

Great a crossing over the sea

For the want of bread ten thousands

Fled so far across the foam

And left the land where they were

Born called erin's lovely home

Black forty seven I'll never forget

When the fever it stalked the land

And the famine without mercy it

Stretched forth it's dreadful hand

There's many's the child in cold

Death lay their parents they did mourn

While the landlord's agents pulled

Down our roofs in erin's lovely home

My father was a farming

Man reared to industry

He had two sons they were men

Strong and lovely daughters three

Our farm was too small to feed

Us all so some of us had to roam

With sisters two I bid adieu

To erin's lovely home

My father sold the second cow

He borrowed twenty pounds

And in the merry month of may

We sailed from sligo town

There were thousands more left

Upon the shore all anxious for to roam

And leave the land where they

Were born called erin's lovely home

We were scarcely seven days at

Sea when the fever it plagued our crew

They were falling like the autumn

Leaves bidding friends and life adieu

Now the raging waves sweep o'er

Their graves amidst the ocean foam

Their friends may mourn but they'll

Never return to erin's lovely home

My loving sisters they both took

I'll their lives they were taken away

And oh it grieves my heart full

Sore to cast them in the sea

Down in the deep now they do sleep

They never more will roam

In heaven I'll meet with my sisters

Sweet from erin's lovely home

I'm in the land of liberty

Where plenty it does abound

Where the laboring man gets full

Reward for the tilling of his ground

There's naught I can see that can

Comfort me as an exile I must roam

And end my days far far away

From erin's lovely home