时间：2022-05-01
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We sailed our ship up the Hudson River
To broad Atlantic, we said farewell
On Staten Island where we landed
There we had our tale to tell
We’re the poor the huddled masses
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 creaking timber
We bid farewell to a famished land
We’re the poor the huddled masses
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 bitter days
Old men talking children laughing
As we danced the night away
We’re the poor the huddled masses
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 the sound
Friends and loved ones old and young ones
Lie beneath the famine ground
We’re the poor the huddled masses
We have crossed the lonely sea
Left the old world for the new world
Left the old ways to be free
Now these 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 masses
We have crossed the lonely sea
Left the old world for the new world
Left the old ways to be free
