As I was a-walking one morning in spring
To see the green fields, hear the coley bird sing
I met a young lady a-making her mourn
Oh, I am a stranger and a long way from home

I came from sweet England with mother and dad
We thought in America all might be had
Of gold and silver and riches galore
And never need hunger in poverty more

But alas, for sweet England, my father is dead
And mother can earn but a little for bread
And I weep as I gaze o'er the far distant main
For a fine ship to take me to England again

I've an aunt in the country, she lives all alone
She'd welcomе and love me as I were her own
I'd nurse her in sickness and tend her in pain
And thank God I was back in sweet England again