Cruachan - The Great Hunger lyrics

We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. They take from us all that we have, these ba*tards that from Hell were sent. My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. I look to the heavens and shout aloud "What has poor Ireland done?" The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. My strength has failed, I can't go on. Beside my daughter I lay. Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone