Buried in the Deep

The land where I was born
Is forsaken, and I can no longer call it home
Its beauty is forlorn
It's no place for my family, ach ó, mó bhróin

Our ship will soon be sailing
How will we ever mend?
And we're the lucky leavin'
America is callin'

Our vessel leaves the port
Brimful of hearts like mine that have been broken
We carry here on board
A sadness that with words cannot be spoken

It's farewell to you, poor Erin
And to all your bitter shore
No good left in your rearin'
God bid you better farin'

Provisions have run light
This journey feels like going on forever
No land is yet in sight
And I fear that I am failing with the fever

When I die, they'll set me over
That'll cure my broken heart
My dreams can go no further
I'll give them to the water now
Just like so many others
Far from any land or home
Our mothers and our fathers

(We're buried in the deep)
Where hunger cannot find us (we're buried in the deep)
Far from any land or home (we're buried in the deep)
Our ship, she keeps on sailing
America is callin'



Credits
Writer(s): Rourke Declan O
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