Oh how hard is our journey
Filled with trouble, grief, and despair
I pity those who joined
Not knowing how to fare
Wake up early, sleep late
Undergoing our fate
Death is always our best mate
All along our journey
To perish is all we await
We're beaten by the gales
Frozen by ice and hail
Well I tell you my friends
No one else in these lands
Must endure such torment
All along our journey
We're exposed to raging seas
Our bodies soaking wet
Woken up by rats and fleas
Well we ne'er get our rest
Not by day or by night
Weariness is our respite
All along our journey
Suffering is often our share
It's better on the land
Than this sorrow and care
Well the farmer sows his corn
Sleeps from evening till morn
And his wife just keeps him warm
Oh how hard is our journey
Filled with trouble, grief, and despair
I wait for that sweet day
When we'll walk upon that quay
Never more will I stray
To these lands far away
With the risk of being slain

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