[id:$00000000] [ar:liam neeson、Phil Coulter、David Cooke] [ti:Thousands Are Sailing] [by:] [hash:219045a612cdcb53f705777bde9b982b] [al:] [sign:] [qq:] [total:172225] [offset:0] [00:25.46]It is the month of September [00:27.33]in the year 1966 [00:30.72]an english gentleman Edwin war [00:33.26]who was traveling through the north of Ireland [00:35.47]road home to his family [00:43.33]I was at the Baleny station the other day [00:45.51]when I saw a distressing scene [00:48.75]a company of start young peasants were leaving by the train for Londonderry [00:53.36]from where they were to take shipping for America [00:56.66]The whole platform was crowded with their friends and relatives [00:59.65]all simple rustic folk [01:02.23]Form hooray headed age leaning upon the staff [01:05.98]to the unconscious infant crowing in his mather’s arms [01:10.29]The parting scene was painfully tarting [01:33.34]Every eye was drowned in tears [01:36.37]and wild unrestrained cries of affection [01:39.82]as they embraced each other again and again [01:42.35]moved even the porters [01:44.49]to whom such scenes were familiar [01:54.69]As the train began to move slowly away [01:57.98]screaming to the carriage stores [02:03.73]until dragged away [02:08.84]And amongst the wild out cry that rows who were left behind [02:13.30]One poor woman fell back [02:15.48]upon the seat against the wall [02:17.55]wailing [02:18.97]oh my darling my darling [02:21.91]Whilst an old white headed man hard by [02:25.01]dropped down on his knees [02:27.18]with up lifted arms cried [02:29.96]oh may the hand of bliss of god be about thee [02:33.97]my own son