The Cornish Emigrant's Song

Oh ! the eastern winds are blowing ;
The breezes seem to say,
" We are going, we are going,
To North Americay.

" There the merry bees are humming
Around the poor man's hive ;
Parson Kingdon is not coming
To take away their tithe.

" There the yellow corn is growing
Free as the king's highway ;
So, we're going, we are going,
To North Americay.

" Uncle Rab shall be churchwarden,
And Dick shall be the squire,
And Jem, that lived at Norton,
Shall be leader of the quire ;

" And I will be the preacher,
And preach three times a day
To every living creature
In North Americay."