[00:00.00] 作曲 : Traditional[00:12.42]We sold our homesteads and started on our way[00:17.79]just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay.[00:22.71]One day they will return, come spring again that's when.[00:29.85]But we will never see our native country again.[00:36.09]At first we travelled through the English countryside[00:41.85]on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly.[00:47.85]It was a lovely sight to see the land at last[00:53.88]but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast.[01:17.22]And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay[01:23.28]the tears of regret finally started to have their say.[01:27.45]The hearts then started burning in each and everyone[01:34.29]we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home.[01:41.19]We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave[01:47.49]it was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.[01:51.75]The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land[01:56.37]was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand.[02:57.63]And when we had been sailing for just a week or two[03:04.80]a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view.[03:08.79]We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk[03:15.24]it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard.[03:21.57]The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries,[03:26.01]the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies[03:32.91]and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees.[03:39.06]The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas.