| lyric | O the times are hard, and the wages low
Amelia, whar’ yoou bourd to?
The rocky Mountains is my home
Across the Western Ocean.
The land of Promise there you’ll see
Amelia, whar’ you bound to?
I’m bound across that western sea,
To join the Irish Army.
To Liverpooll I’ll take my way
Amelia, whar’ you bound to?
To Liverpool, that Yankee school
Across the Western Ocean.
There’s Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat
Amelia, whar’ you bound to?
And Yankee John the packet rat,
Across the Western Ocean
Beware those packet ships I pray
Amelia, whar’ you bound to?
They steal your stores and clothes away
Across the Western Ocean. |