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Excitement in the air There's a journey to prepare They check the food and water's all on board They're waiting for the tide The sails are open wide They're sailing to a better place to dwell They're sailing to America (*) Fly the banners high They're sailing to America Set the rigging high The quayside's full of friends A farewell in their hands No-one knows if they will reach the shore As Plymouth slips away They'll not be back again They're sailing off towards the promised land (Repeat *) They're sailing to America Fly the banners high The Mayflower's on her way Set sail for many days The lookout searching for the distant shore Anchored in the surf Their journey's at an end The pilgrims set their feet on virgin land (Repeat *) |
