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We sold our homesteads and started on our way<br />just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay.<br />One day they will return, come spring again that's when.<br />But we will never see our native country again. <br /><br />At first we travelled through the English countryside<br />on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly.<br />It was a lovely sight to see the land at last<br />but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast. <br /><br />And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay<br />the tears of regret finally started to have their say.<br />The hearts then started burning in each and everyone<br />we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home. <br /><br />We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave<br />it was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.<br />The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land<br />was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand. <br /><br />And when we had been sailing for just a week or two<br />a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view.<br />We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk<br />it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard. <br /><br />The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries,<br />the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies<br />and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees.<br />The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas.
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We sold our homesteads and started on our way<br />just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay.<br />One day they will return, come spring again that's when.<br />But we will never see our native country again. <br /><br />At first we travelled through the English countryside<br />on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly.<br />It was a lovely sight to see the land at last<br />but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast. <br /><br />And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay<br />the tears of regret finally started to have their say.<br />The hearts then started burning in each and everyone<br />we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home. <br /><br />We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave<br />it was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.<br />The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land<br />was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand. <br /><br />And when we had been sailing for just a week or two<br />a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view.<br />We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk<br />it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard. <br /><br />The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries,<br />the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies<br />and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees.<br />The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas.
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