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{Duration: 3:55} {no falsetto} {VERSE} Over a million died of hunger from tyranny at home, as two million more sailed for freedom, From Cork to Donegal. Through misery and ship fever, some died upon the sea, As over 70,000 Irish arrived at the Port of Montreal In 1847, 22 fever sheds were built in Pointe St. Charles. they had sold their dreams and future, just a song left, I love you still. Nurses, clergy, citizens and native Mohawks, were their to console as over 6,000 perished, including Mayor John Easton Mills {CHORUS} In 1859, the Black Rock was raised, As a testimony to the Fallen of Black ’47, the first in the world, a Memorial to the Great Hunger! Laid on the bones of souls, now in Heaven {VERSE} Many of the caregivers, succumbing to typhus themselves, while Bringing food and treatment to the starving, sick, and dying. As local men dug massive graves, at the Wellington Basin. They gave with their hearts while thousands lay crying! {VERSE} typhus knew no religion, on the Montreal’s shores, as the City of 50,000 strong came to their aid! Opening their hearts with many opening their homes Irish orphans found families, with their parents gone they prayed. Montreal is now, where the French and English speaking Irish call home {CHORUS} In 1859, the Black Rock was raised, As a testimony to the Fallen of Black ’47, the first in the world, a Memorial, to the Great Hunger! Laid on the bones of souls, now in Heaven The largest Irish burial ground, outside Erin {end}