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Oh, it being in the month of August,
18 hundred and thirty-three,
My parents they forced me
for to leave my count-r-y;
To leave this fair island
where my first breath I drew,
They forced me to Americay,
my fortune to pursue.
The reason that they banished me
I mean to let you hear,
Because I would not break my vows
I made unto my dear;
'Twas on the Monarch of Aberdeen
from Belfast we bore down,
We hoisted English colours,
to Quebec we were bound.
Sailing on the ocean,
no danger did I fear,
My mind was on the one I love,
my charming Sally Greer;
The wind blew from the mountains,
it tossed us to and fro,
Our ship she struck against a rock,
to pieces she did go.
Oh, it was on St Paul's Island
for three long days we lay,
The cold ground being our bed,
and our covering was the sky;
Of 300 and fifty passengers,
only thirteen reached the shore,
The rest of them to the bottom went;
they sank to rise no more.
Success attend our captain,
and I will praise him true,
But for him and his bravery,
we'd have lost our whole ship's crew;
We lost our money and clothing
all by that dreadful wreck,
And were we not a sight to see
when we landed in Quebec.
It's now I'm in a strange country,
my sorrow to bewail,
No friends or relations
to hear my mournful tale;
But I hope to be in Ireland
before another year,
Where I can rove in splendour
with my charming Sally Greer.
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