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It was in the year eighteen forty and five

A great hunger came o’er the land

And it was the neglect of the rulers to be

That no crops could the soil command

Yet the farmer he tilled

He toiled and he sowed

And he planted with his strong hands

A great hunger came o’er the land

The moon it shone bright

O’er the late autumn skies

'Twas the finest, the harvest moon

Yet it was not the sight

Of joy to be seen

For then again, too soon

Crop failure had turned

The sweetness all sour

In the hearts of all Ireland

A great hunger came o’er the land

Now the men, they grow weak

And the women are pale

And the children are dying now

The cold winter months

Will soon pass us by

Without hope in the early spring

And the people will cry

With a hungry plea

Without hope of a helping hand

A great hunger came o’er the land

The birds, they are singing way out of tune

As the cart pulls the donkey along

The crops, they have failed

As again in this year

Oh, then tell me what caused this wrong

Was it the curse of a witch

That caused this bad deed?

Or the work of the devil’s hand?

A great hunger came o’er the land

Not a devil or witch

Had a hand in this deed

Of this I assure you now

But the cuckoo of men

This crippling foe

Though it’s little that you might have

He’s exploited the work

Of the labouring man

And while his belly expands

A great hunger came o’er the land

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