The Connemara Mountains,

Have begun to fade away

We're three days on the lightest wind

set out from Galway Bay

Beyond the gray horizon,

we know not what we'll find

The unknown lies before us,

and the hunger's left behind

We sold the meager things we owned,

for passage to New York

The dockside thieves and rounders,

stole our bags as we embarked

The captain's held the rations,

from the contract that we signed

Empty-handed, empty-hearted,

is the hunger, really left behind

The North Atlantic winter,

has begun to take it's toll

Below the decks in crowded berths

we huddle 'gainst the cold

The fever takes another life,

its growing all the time

It haunts us like the nightmare,

like the hunger, left behind

I pray my family's welfare,

and I caution of despair

Then a cry goes out upon the deck,

as seagulls fill the air

Our eyes are filled with promise,

of America's outline

But our souls retain the homeland,

and the hunger, left behind

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Dulahan Music
Written by Kyle Aughe