Come true born sons of Paddy's land, come listen unto me,
Till I relate and communicate of a mournful tragedy,
For want of trade, ten thousand sailed to wander far, to roam,
And leave the land where they were reared, called Erin's lovely home.

My father being a farming man, reared too in Ulstery,
He had two sons of tender age and lovely daughters three,
Our land too small to maintain us all, some of us had to roam,
And leave the land wherе we were rеared, called Erin's lovely home.

My father sold his second cow and borrowed twenty pounds,
It being in the merry month of June, we sailed from Derry town,
There were thousands more all on the shore, all anxious for to roam,
And leave the land where they were reared, called Erin's lovely home.

We were scarcely seven days sailing till a fever rent our crew,
They were falling like the autumn leaves, bidding friends and life adieu,
We raised a prayer to him on high, why did we ever roam,
And leave the land where we were reared, called Erin's lovely home.

Alas, my sister, she fell sick, her life was taken away,
It grieved me ten times more to see her body thrown into the sea,
Down in the deep her body lies and rolls in a terrible form,
Though friends may mourn, but she'll never return to Erin's lovely home.