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“The famine came slithering
Like a snake we never knew
We were starving for her majesty
And slaving for her too
But that blight rolled in
Like a 7 year curse
We had no choice but to push off
It really couldn’t a been much worse
After weeks in open waters
I came with nothing in my till
But if the English wouldn’t feed us
Then I hope Manhattan will
We lost numbers in the colony
Whoa
Casualties of the crown
Whoa
I won’t farm the queens barley
Whoa
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You left us in the fields starving
But guess who’s going hungry now
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My coffin ship’s come in
and I’m hard to port
Laying bricks for food and whiskey
in the city of New York
Theres no living in this city
The rooming sure is tight
But it beats the fuckin mud hut
Where I lost my wife
I’ve suffered a hundred funerals
Wasn’t just crops the fungus killed
But if a famine couldn’t break us
Then Manhattan never will
From Baltimore to Boston
Whoa
The story was the same
Whoa
We had to seek a better life
Whoa
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We were not welcome
But you feckin got us now!
from CRAIC AGUS CEOL, released March 9, 2019“