The Land Of Libertie (Irish Traditional)
(Captain Thompson)

My mind it being much inclined to cross the raging main,
I left my tender parents in sorrow, grief and pain;
On board the Fame we then became all passengers to be,
To sail with Captain Thompson to the Land of Libertie.

As we were safely sailing to a place called Newfoundland,
The wind arose ahead of us and our ship was at a stand;
"All hands on deck," bold Thompson cried, "Or we'll be cast away.
All firmly stand or you'll never land in North Amerikay."

A mount of ice came moving down anear our gallant main,
But the Lord of Mercy he was kind our lives for to maintain;
Our gallant sailors hauled about and so our ship did save,
Or we were doomed to be entombed all in a watery grave.

When we were safely landed our faint hearts we did renew,
But how could I sleep easy, Erin dear, so far from you;
I hope the time will come again when our comrades all we'll see,
And once more we'll live together in love and unitie.

####.... Author unknown. Irish traditional. Collected in Ireland and first published by Colm O'Lochlainn as #72A, Captain Thompson, in More Irish Street Ballads (The Three Candles, Ltd, Dublin, 1965; Pan Books, London, 1978) ....####
Published in Songs Of The Irish In America, p.58, by Bill Meek (Gilbert Dalton Ltd, Dublin, 1978). And also published as Captain Thompson in Irish Songs Of The Sea by James N Healy (Mercier Press, 1983).


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