Black 447 Lyrics

Black 447 lyrics

4Twas in 1847 when the famine came to reign,

And multitudes of Irishmen
had to leave their land.

From Sligo down to Kerry, from Wexford to
Donegal

People grabbed their few belongings to join the trek to Dublin
town.







Mighty vessels lay at anchor, ready for the
dreadful ride

Across the never ending ocean to a land that4s far and
wild,

Eighty days in muck and fever, eighty days in hope and pain,

On the coffin ships they suffered, but their efforts were in vain.





On their long way to Australia, Canada or Yankeeland,

Many died
for their convictions, others for beloved friends.

And the ocean wide and
deadly, buried corpses of the brave,

They will never see the shamrock,
never see their homes again.



When they reached the shores of
Quebec, they remembered Erin4s Isle,

All the friends they had to leave
there for a new life worth to find

All the struggles and the sorrow,
broken dreams, their hopes and fear,

Thousands died on the Atlantic on
their trip to destiny.





When in 1851 the scaring nightmare
disappears,

Had the countenance of Ireland turned to mass graves and
despair.

By starvation died a million and a triple did emigrate

From their own beloved country to a world of lies and hate.