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.