| Where are my mama and daddy?
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| They came a long time before me
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| Now, we’ve come on the steamship Atlantic
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| From our home far across the stormy sea
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| I have their letter in my pocket
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| They said, we would meet on the pier
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| But the day it is now, almost over
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| And the darkness and cold, soon draw near
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| Will they know, their lost little children?
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| As they look for my face in the crowd
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| It’s been so long since they’ve seen me
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| And I wonder if they’ll know me now
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| We gave them, our four pounds and twenty
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| One last look, at that green rocky shore
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| And they told us, the new world has plenty
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| But we’d never see Sligo, anymore
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| Will they know their lost little children?
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| As they look for my face in the crowd
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| It’s been so long since they’ve seen me
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| And I wonder if they’ll know me now
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| Hold to my hand little brother
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| Be brave and please try not to cry
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| For we have a good father and mother
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| And soon we’ll be safe by their side
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| Will they know their lost little children?
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| As they look for my face in the crowd
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| It’s been so long since they’ve seen me
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| And I wonder if they’ll know me now
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| Will they know their lost little children?
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| As they look for my face in the crowd
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| It’s been so long since they’ve seen me
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| And I wonder if they’ll know me now |