A new Song on the melancholy loss of
the Emigrant Ship,
On her passage to America.
I call on every Irishman to listen to my song
About the Anglo-Saxon it wont detain you
Two hundred and fifty Emigrant's from Ire-
land did set sail,
They bid adieu both men and crew to poor
From Liverpool this ship set sil for Quebec
In a fog on the 27th of April they could not
see at all,
Near to Cape Race our good ship stuck most
dismal for to view.
The waves did dash, the ship did crash, and
then she went in two.
To see the mothers dressed in white tossed on
the briny wave.
Saying aloud to heaven and the crew their
children then to save.
Noone was there to save the wreck no, no,
nor time to pray,
They were opprersed poor Irishmen at home
they could not stay.
The Good ship went in pieces 'inidlt raging
All were distressedand moaning up,. the rag-
The mothers screaming lodly-mny infants,
While their shrill cr-, would make you sigh-
they sank beneath the wave.
Captain Burgess had the engines immediately
While sever I of those Emigrants stood shiver.
ing and undressed;
That cruel treacherous cragy rock had lurked
beneath the wave,
To finish Devastation's work on Irrshmen so
Poor Irishmen are wasting now on sea as well
Between war and tribulations they can't much
They fought, 'ti true, for England, a thousand
But now they're leaving Ireland, ne'er to re-
The American war going on abroad which fills
the land with lood,
While thous nds aie go ug from Kinsale, for
want of work or food;
Their houses in Saist Patiick's land are lev6l-
S ed to the ground,
Andgood n:ea now so happy onc, ar. no where
to be found.
The masts ard spars and rigging went just as
she broke in two,
The boats belonging to the ship could hold but
The drowning bodies floating round would
pierce your hearts full sore,
May the Lord have mercy on their souls they
were from country tore.