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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