Black 447 lyrics

Artist  : An Cat Dubh 
Song : Black 447



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														   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.