Across the Western Ocean
Oh, the times are hard and the wages low,
Amelia, where you bound to?
The Rocky Mountains is my home,
Across the Western Ocean.
The land of promise there you'll see;
I'm bound across that Western sea.
I'll take my way from Liverpool
In Liverpool, that Yankee school
There's Liverpool Pat in a tarpaulin hat,
And Yankee Jack, the packet rat.
Beware these packet ships, I say,
They steal your stores and clothes away.
We are going away from friends and home,
We are going away to search for gold.
Fathers and mothers, say good-by,
Sisters and brothers, don't you cry.