Sweet England

Written by：Traditional

As I was a-walking one morning in spring

To see the green fields, hear the colley bird sing

I met a young lady a-making her mourn

Oh, I am a stranger and a long way from home

I came from sweet England with mother and dad

We thought in America all might be had

Of gold and of silver and acres galore

And never meet hunger and poverty more

But alas, for sweet England! my father is dead

And mother can learn but little for bread

And I weep as I gaze o'er the far distant main

For a fine ship to take me to England again

I've an aunt in the country, she lives all alone

She'd welcome and love me as I were her own

I'd nurse her in sickness and tend her in pain

And thank God I was back in sweet England again

And this so to be back in sweet England again