Classic Poem

Oh, the times are hard and the wages low,
Amelia, where you bound to?
The Rocky Mountains is my home,
Across the Western Ocean.

The land of promise there you'll see,
Amelia, where you bound to?
I'm bound across that Western sea,
To join the Irish army.

To Liverpool I'll take my way,
Amelia, where you bound to?
To Liverpool that Yankee school,
Across the Western Ocean.

There's Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat,
Amelia, where you bound to?
And Yankee John, the packet rat.
Across the Western Ocean.

Beware these packet ships, I say,
Amelia, where you bound to?
They steal your stores and clothes away,
Across the Western Ocean.