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Walking, wounded children lined the roads about the town |
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Aging little faces full of need |
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Who never should have suffered from this hunger |
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There's a better world to go to, I believed |
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Before our journey to Canada |
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My love and I were married in the town |
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One day of freedom from the anguish |
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We sang and danced with friends from all around |
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A stor mo chroi |
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I'll always love you |
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On an overcrowded ship we crossed the ocean |
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Many found their graveyard in that sea |
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Those who set their dreams on a life in Canada |
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Surrendered to the fate that was to be |
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Finally my true love's heart was broken |
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In a fever shed in Canada she died |
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Though I will assist my fellow countrymen |
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There is nothing only emptiness inside |
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A stor mo chroi |
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I'll always love you |
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All my fear of dying dissipated |
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Now I'm simply waiting for the end |
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Before I'm laid to rest in Canada |
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I'll bring some comfort to my Irish friends |
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Talk to them of better days behind us |
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Before a brute for power put us down |
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I'll sing until the reaper comes to take me |
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To the love that lies waiting in the ground |
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A stor mo chroi |
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I'll always love you |
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I open up my eyes |
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To the sunlight shining new |
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And in the dream that takes me back |
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A single word rings through |
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My memories awaken |
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To the horrors come to pass |
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One word in the morning light |
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Brings freedom home at last |
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Forgiveness... |
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For the ancient wounds still hurting |
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For the wrongs I've never known |
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For all the children left to die |
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Near fields where corn was grown |
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Like the ones who braved the ocean |
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In the fever sheds to burn |
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Let all the hatred leave these shores now |
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Never to return |
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Forgiveness... |
