| lyric | My mind being much inclined to cross the ragging main,
I left my tender parents in sorrow grief and pain.
On board the Fame we thus became all passengers to be,
Along with Captain Thompson to the land of livertie.
As we were safely sailing to a place called Newfoundland,
The wind arose ahead of us, and our ship was at a stand:
‘AII hands aloft,’ -- bold Thompson cries - ‘or we’ll be cast away;
All firmly stand or we ne’er shall land in the North of Amerikay!’
A mount of ice came moving down anear our gallant main,
But the Lord of mercy He was kind and our lives He did maintain.
Our gallant sailors hauled about and so our ship did save,
Or we were doomed to be entombed in a doleful watery grave.
When we were fairly landed our faint hearts did renew;
Buthow could I sleep easy, dear Erin, far from you.
I hope the time will come again when our comrades all we’ll see,
And once more we’ll live together 1n love and unitie. |