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Sweet England - Jo Freya
As I was a walking one morning in spring
To hear the larks whistle
And the gully birds sing
I heard a sweet maiden a making a moan
But alas I'm a stranger a long way from home
I came from sweet England
With my mother and dad
And I thought in America all might be had
Of gold and of silver and acres galore
And I'll never meet hunger and poverty more
But alas for sweet England my father is dead
And my mother can learn
But there's little for bread
And I weep as I gaze o'er the far distant main
For a fine ship to take me to England again
Now my mother is dead
And I'm left all alone
But if I were in England
No more would I roam
And the aunt's in the country
And she loves me amain
Oh will not some ship take me over again
There's a little neat coffeine
With a rose at the door
And there with my aunt
I would live my life o'er
And nurse her in sickness
And tend to her pain
And thank God I'm back in sweet England again
