Black 447 Lyrics

4Twas in 1847 when the famine came to reign,
And multitudes of Irishmen had to leave their land.
From Sligo down to Kerry, from Wexford to Donegal
People grabbed their few belongings to join the trek to Dublin town.

Mighty vessels lay at anchor, ready for the dreadful ride
Across the never ending ocean to a land that4s far and wild,
Eighty days in muck and fever, eighty days in hope and pain,
On the coffin ships they suffered, but their efforts were in vain.

On their long way to Australia, Canada or Yankeeland,
Many died for their convictions, others for beloved friends.An Cat Dubh - Black 447 - http://motolyrics.com/an-cat-dubh/black-447-lyrics.html
And the ocean wide and deadly, buried corpses of the brave,
They will never see the shamrock, never see their homes again.

When they reached the shores of Quebec, they remembered Erin4s Isle,
All the friends they had to leave there for a new life worth to find
All the struggles and the sorrow, broken dreams, their hopes and fear,
Thousands died on the Atlantic on their trip to destiny.

When in 1851 the scaring nightmare disappears,
Had the countenance of Ireland turned to mass graves and despair.
By starvation died a million and a triple did emigrate
From their own beloved country to a world of lies and hate.