Days of the great famine
A breeze of fear reached Erin’s shore
In early autumn forty-eight
A musty smell hung in the air
From rotten crop, that was the fate
The harvest was completely ruined
Within in only some few days
A despairing shout from many throats
Was heart on roads and ways
Chorus:In the great famine of forty-eight
When the death-march was played
by the gravediggers spade
And day and night the banshee cried
Called the young and the old
Who were once strong and bold
No mercy in the landlord’s hearts
Their sheds and bourns were full and well
No pity by the rich man’s soul
When lots of people gone to hell
The creatures suffered from starvation
The next years were all ruled by pain
To stay alive they ate green grass
And only death got his great gain
Chorus:
Uncounted people flew by boat
And tried to reach a saver land
In overcrowded ships they sailed
The swimming coffins were their end
Imagine the days of the great famine
Remember this children, men and wife’s
2 million victims had been counted
so pray for those who lost their life’s
Chorus:
© Lyrics: Michael Künzel / Music: Olaf Mesenbrock
Verlag - Clay Hill Music
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