Where e'er we go we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees.
The worst are full of passionate intensity.
The worst are full of passionate intensity.
And the wind is in the quay
And she's fast moving out to the sea
On a ship bound for St. John's
3000 miles away
A human cargo my comrades and me
And the wind is in the quay
And she's fast moving out to the sea
On a ship bound for St. John's
3000 miles away
A human cargo my comrades and me