My father, he being a farmer reared to industry
He had four sons, two men who'd grown, and lovely daughters three
Our land's too small to serve us all so some of us must roam
Our friends may mourn for we'll never return to Erin's lovely home
My father, he sold the second cow and he borrowed twenty pounds
It was in the pleasant month of May we sailed from Belfast town
With thousands more we left our shore in safety to roam
Our friends may mourn for we'll never return to Erin's lovely home
We hadn't been long sailing when fever seized our crew
Falling like the autumn leaves and overboard were threw
The ocean waves, they rolled o'er our graves, our bed the ocean foam
Our friends may mourn for we'll never return to Erin's lovely home
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- Miscellaneous
- Somewhere Along the Road
- Irish Folk Festival 99: Celtic Waves
- Through Wind and Rain
- The Music of What Happens
- Cathie Ryan
- Celtic Love Songs
- Emerald Aether: Shape Shifting
- The Farthest Wave
- 1997 Shanachie Irish/Celtic Sampler
- Holding Up Half the Sky: Voices of Celtic Women
- Thousands Are Sailing
- Thousands Are Sailing-Irish Songs of Immigration
- Class-Six: Voices of Celtic Women
- Classix: Voices Of Celtic Women
- Narada Presents: The Best of Celtic Christmas