[Bonus Track]
We Sold Our Homes and then went out,
Like the bird flies away, when the summer ends.
He will come once more when spring progresses,
But we may never see our dear motherland.
And when we came to the port of Liverpool
Tears of remorse began to break forth so bitterly.
There was a burning of the heart in the chest of each one.
You only talk about Sweden and your former home.
We were packed together in an unhealthy stuffiness.
It was like an open grave for us to see.
And the food that we shipped from our Swedish land
It was now forbidden for us to take on board.
And when we had sailed a week or two,
A darkness shrouded the deck and spread thereon.
We couldn't see each other, could barely breathe or walk.
It was a terrible torment for big and small.
Now there will be a miserable hunger, with sorrow and weeping and grumbling.
A wail that pushes its way to the sky's high sky.
And death horribly ravages the people on board.
One sees the dead thrown into the sea's wild river.

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