Irish labourers


Verse 1

To England we resolved to come,
To cut the hay and corn sir,
I left poor Ireland far behind,
The land where I was born, sir.

Verse 2

There's Killy Ma' Krue, with the art so true,
And Billy Ma' Rook the boy sir,
We're known to all the farmers there,
And they will us employ sir.

Verse 3

The captain says we shall be lost,
I do not care a farthing,
'Thou'st promised to carry me over safe,
And I'll make thee stick to thy bargain.'