Cool. Tapped into my great grandparents world. I should or will write a trilogy. The progression of the generations and their worlds. My grandfather told me many stories. He was a cool old man. His name was Cree. He is the child in the hold. Good health and thank you for your efforts.
Without 1 A cold wind blows against my soul from the sea tonight. In the hold down below my wife and child hold each other tight. Without food. Without a home. What can we do. C Beautiful Ireland what could we do. The land of my birthplace. Old emerald island we are so poor. We?ll sail to the new world, America. 2 Why must we starve, must we suffer to survive. We need to go. We can not stay. We have to live or die. Repeat C 3 Poverty and famine. A great hunger sweeps across our land. As a tenant farmer I can?t pay the rent. There?s no one to lend a hand.
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