We sold our homesteads and started on our way
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just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay.
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One day they will return, come spring again that's when.
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But we will never see our native country again.
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At first we travelled through the English countryside
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on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly.
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It was a lovely sight to see the land at last
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but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast.
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And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay
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the tears of regret finally started to have their say.
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The hearts then started burning in each and everyone
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we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home.
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We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
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it was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.
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The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land
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was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand.
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And when we had been sailing for just a week or two
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a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view.
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We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk
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it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard.
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The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries,
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the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies
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and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees.
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The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas.
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We Sold Our Homesteads
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Falconer |