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They sailed a thousand miles across the sea toward the west The flight of those too young to fly the safety of the nest Farewell children Watching for the chosen ones survival for the rest Absence tears the heart asunder He looked to find no time upon this green and pleasant land The ever moving tide of change provides the guiding hand Please remember And the mother smiles bravely but she'll never understand God's own children, God protect you
	Over land, land, land, over sea To the land of the free
The beauty of the island has the cruelty of the curse From the famine to the present, sons and daughters have dispersed Who will stop them And the 20th Century gold rush strikes the latest solemn verse Never ceasing, always leaving
	Over land, land, land, over sea To the land of the free
They stood alone unseparated from this foreign soil Their shoulders set and minds prepared for history making toil The song, the dream will splinter on the nightmare fingers reach From the cold hand of rejection and the silent welcome speech They're driven from the mother country, cut up from their roots A never ending army full of hesitant recruits They're marching on relentlessly like blood from Ireland's veins She struggles for existence, it will never be the same Hey ya......
© 1986, Music: ARK, Lyrics: Ant Short

A lament to the desertion of Ireland's kindred spirit, the lifeblood of sons and daughters, in the exodus to America by the many who became poverty stricken, during and after the Irish potato famine of 1846.