He Lies in the American Land

Ah, my God what is this land of America?

So many people travelling there

I will go too for I am still young

God the Lord will grant me good luck there

You, my wife stay here 'til you hear from me

When you get my letter, put everything in order

Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind

Fly across the ocean to join me here

Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land

Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire

Only his grave, his blood did she find

Over it, bitterly she cried

Ah, my husband, what've you done to this family of yours?

What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned?

Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me

Tell them I lie here, in the American land