The Irish Rovers - Staten Island lyrics

We sailed our ship down the Hudson River To the wild Atlantic we said farewell On Staten Island when we landed There we had our tale to tell We're the poor, the huddled ma**es We have crossed the lonely sea Left the Old World for the New World Left the old ways to be free We left our homes in forty-seven Turned our backs against the wind From our ships of creakin' timber We bid farewell to a famished land We're the poor, the huddled ma**es We have crossed the lonely sea Left the Old World for the New World Left the old ways to be free With heavy hearts we left behind us Memories of better days Old men talkin', laughin' As we danced the night away We're the poor, the huddled ma**es We have crossed the lonely sea Left the Old World for the New World Left the old ways to be free Still we hear their voices calling On the wind we hear their sound Friends and loved ones, old and young ones Lie beneath the fallen mound We're the poor, the huddled ma**es We have crossed the lonely sea Left the Old World for the New World Left the old ways to be free Now those years are far behind us Now our spirits have grown strong In this land that gave us freedom And the will to carry on We're the poor, the huddled ma**es We have crossed the lonely sea Left the Old World for the New World Left the old ways to be free We're the poor, the huddled ma**es We have crossed the lonely sea Left the Old World for the New World Left the old ways to be free