Erin's Lovely Home

Come, all ye 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 its 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 ill, 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
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