Buried In the Deep

The land where I was born
Is forsaken and I can no longer call it home
It's beauty is forlon
It's no place for my family
Ach o mo bhroin

Our ship will soon be sailing
But will we ever mend?
And we're the lucky [?]
America is calling

Our vessel leaves the port
Brimfull of hearts like mine that have been broken
We carry here on board
A sadness that with words cannot be spoken

It's farewell to you, poor Airlann[?]
And to all your better shores
No good left in you, Airlann[?]
I bid you back [?] [?]

Provisions[?] have run dry
This journey feels like going on forеver
No land is yet in sight
And I fear that I am failing with a fеver

When I die they'll set me over
That'll cure my broken heart
My dreams can go no further
I'll give them to the water now
Just like so many others
Far from any land or home
Our mothers and our fathers

We're buried in the deep
Where hunger cannot find us
We’re buried in the deep
Far from any land or home
We’re buried in the deep
Our ship, she keeps on sailing
America is calling