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We came from dear old Ireland

in the year of eighteen thirty two

we came over on a big ship

and rugged was the crew

We were going to the new world

to start over once again

and we were leaving home and family

and all of our best friends

That big ship was docked

in Dublin's deep dark bay

amd we loaded all of our things on

and it took most of the day

My mother was a crying

and I felt so very sad

for I was leaving my dear Paddy

the sweetest of the lads

But Poppa said that we must go

to try life once again

for the dreaded of all famines

hadn't left us with a fen

All the people were just dying

and lay there in the street

and there were many many thousands

that had nothing left to eat

And we left in that great big ship

painted grey and blue

and the captain said we'd make it

for this ship was all brand new

We were six weeks on the ocean

where the waves were wild and high

and we were all so very sick

we prayed that we would die

the food was moldy hardtack

and pleanty of beans

with a small piece of meat

and a portion of raw fruit

not really much to eat

and we surely all knew

that this voyage wasn't very grand

but early one cool morning

a sailor with a spy glass

 shoughted

"I see land'

We were all so very happy

and we stood out on the deck

to get a glimpse of New York City

that to us looked like a speck

We were met at those great big docks

by my Poppa's oldest brother

who had with him, his wife and son

all of his friends and his mother

Oh we came over to the new world

to start our life anew

where we'd all get a good job

and our troubles would be few

We came on that big ship

they called Sweet Lorilee

and we will always remember

that trip across the sea

There are many many big ships

and lots of small ones too

There are ships that cross the ocean's

there are ships that cross the sea

but I remember only one

the ship that carried me