P. Blondell and C. A Roth

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Sail away, sail away, sail away from darkness
Sail away, sail away, sail away from death
Sail away, sail away, sail away from sorrow
Sail away, sail away, sail away to the lady of the west

We had no food on the table, no crops in the ground
no hope for the future, no help from the crown
a mass exodus across a bowl of bitter tears
from the eyes of the Irish those terrible years
Yes Erin remembers An Gorta Mor
still homeless, hungry, tired, and poor
we’ve heard of a lady with a lamp lifted high
beside a golden door on the shore

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We thought of that lady on the McCorkell Line
that passage meant life and staying was dying
we clung to our rosary beads and prayed
a new life would be made for our families that stayed
and when we arrived just barely alive
just the clothes on our backs more reasons to cry
laid eyes on the help wanted sign there that said
“if you’re Irish you need not apply”

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And though the lady tried to turn us away
still huddled together in squalor we stayed
in her shanty town and for very low pay
we fought her wars, we worked as her slaves,
we built her cities, and we laid her rails,
we dug her canals, we cut her trails,
we kept our traditions, we clung to our ways,
and we stand beside her today

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