We sold our homesteads and started on our way Just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay One day they will return, come spring again that's when But we will never see our native country again At first we traveled through the English countryside On tracks and on wagons, as quickly as birds would fly It was a lovely sight to see the land at last But all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast The glorious sights kept flashing by too fast And later when we came to Liverpudlian bay The tears of regret finally started to have their say The hearts then started burning in each and everyone We only talked of Sweden that used to be our home We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land Was suddenly for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand It was for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand And when we had been sailing for just a week or two A horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk It was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries The howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies And death became the ru-hoo-ler that forced us to our knees The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas They were buried in the fathom of the seas