Genre: folk
Oh the times are hard and the wag-es low
A-me-lia, where you bound to?
The Rock-y Moun-tains are my home
A-cross the west-ern o-cean.
Oh the land of prom-ise there you'll see
A-me-lia, where you bound to?
I'm bound a-cross that west-ern Sea.
To join the I-rish ar-my
And to Liv-er-pool I'll take my way
A-me-lia, where you bound to?
To Liv-er-pool that Yan-kee school.
A-cross the west-ern o-cean.
There's Liv-er-pool Pat
with his tar-p'lin hat
A-me-lia, where you bound to?
And Yan-kee John the pack-et rat.
A-cross the west-ern o-cean.
Be-ware the pack-et ships, I say,
A-me-lia, where you bound to?
They steal your stores and clothes a-way.
A-cross the west-ern o-cean.
