Here is the lyric for "My Green Valleys" as requested by Mary G. Cheers, Glen Oh the seagulls are calling, the wind is in the sail And she's fast moving out to the sea On a ship bound for St. Johns, three thousand miles away A human cargo, my comrades and me It hurts me to think of, the things I left behind Though the famine, has blackened the land And to look now for something, that I may never find Is a problem, thats now close at hand Farethee well green valleys, God keep you the same If in only my mind, you'll be I am sailing dark waters, to far Americay And never more, my green valleys to see Oh the fever,s a ragin' and the winds have died away And our journey, may no longer be Though the plague is a shadow, that lingers night and day Former thoughts of green valley, I see
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