Come all you sons of Paddy's land and listen onto me Till 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 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 and 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 Our friends may mourn for we'll never return to Erin's lovely home My loving sisters they both took ill and their lives they were taken away And oh it grieved my heart full sore for to cast them in the sea Down in the deep now they do sleep they never more will roam But in heaven I'll meet with my sisters sweet from Erin's lovely home Now I'm in the land of liberty where plenty it does abound Where the labouring 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
Come all you sons of Paddy's land and listen onto me Till 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 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 and 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 Our friends may mourn for we'll never return to Erin's lovely home My loving sisters they both took ill and their lives they were taken away And oh it grieved my heart full sore for to cast them in the sea Down in the deep now they do sleep they never more will roam But in heaven I'll meet with my sisters sweet from Erin's lovely home Now I'm in the land of liberty where plenty it does abound Where the labouring 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
