900 Miles
Bird around the bay of white and swoops aloft the air
Descends upon the deck and lays a top a chair
Dear bird me thinks I leave my land to forage and to bare
And now my suit has got your fruits on shoulder and on hair
Tis luck shouts out a cabin crew success to you will come
Mean time I'll sidle down the lane the laundry mat I run
Dear mother cries a second gone. I cried from train to ship
One day return a penny more two sons upon a trip
Fair city crown from westland row beyond the port a bay
To sail to Forests hard and cold Fort William leads the way
The work is hard my fathers tale dont work with rocks and dams
Hibernia is a boldly spot a rugged place he bans
The uncle's bar a whisk'y jar serve porter strong and mean
Two bars my uncle holds right now upon the goebels green
A war you'll go his comments show now to work for one small bob
Dear uncle be more kindly now for I have a new a job
No longer work at wasted rates his mother would be shocked
My brother dear you stay well clear a slave who holds a mop
I love you mother and long to see you smile and praise your lot
900 miles return to you show Eirean what you got.
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