I walk away from the ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat
Only god and a sailors good luck will keep this poor thing afloat
I'm saying goodbye to the life that I knew, a life of hunger and toil
I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil
Will I look back at the land that I've left as I sail out over the sea
No I dare not for it might drag me back to the place where I don't want to be
Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in my search of my true destiny
I leave behind a life of slavery for a new life where I can be free
No magical skills do I bring with me just a love of the land and the soil
In my new promised land I will be free, for only myself will I toil
In my bag a handfull of seed, a knife and small axe that I own
But its with these crude tools in my promised land that I'll carve out a place to call home
The ship sails on and old Ireland has gone tis now just a faint memory
Soon I'll be there breathing freedoms air fresh in
my new land, the land of the free
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
I walk away from the ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat
Only god and a sailors good luck will keep this poor thing afloat
I'm saying goodbye to the life that I knew, a life of hunger and toil
I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil
Will I look back at the land that I've left as I sail out over the sea
No I dare not for it might drag me back to the place where I don't want to be
Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in my search of my true destiny
I leave behind a life of slavery for a new life where I can be free
No magical skills do I bring with me just a love of the land and the soil
In my new promised land I will be free, for only myself will I toil
In my bag a handfull of seed, a knife and small axe that I own
But its with these crude tools in my promised land that I'll carve out a place to call home
The ship sails on and old Ireland has gone tis now just a faint memory
Soon I'll be there breathing freedoms air fresh in
my new land, the land of the free
Just to get started here's my contribution to my challenge
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