My mind being much inclined to cross the raging main,
I left my tender parents in sorrow, grief and pain,
On board the Fame we thus became all passengers to be,
Along with Captain Thompson to the land of libertie.
As we were safely sailing to a place called Newfoundland,
The winds arose ahead of us and we were at a stand:
"All hands aloft" - bold Thompson cries - "or we'll be cast away:
All firmly stand or we'll never land in the North of Amerikay !"
A mount of ice came moving down upon our gallant main,
But the Lord of Mercy he was kind, and our lives He did maintain.
Our gallant sailors hauled about and so our ship did save,
Or we were doomed to be entombed in a doleful watery grave!
When we were fairly landed our faint hearts did renew;
But how could I sleep easy, dear Erin, far from you.
I hope the time will come again when our comrades all w'll see,
And once more we'll live together in love and unitie.