Текст оригинала на английском языке
The Song of an Emigrant
Far away! O far away, Over the wide sea's bounding spray, Many a league o'er the pelting foam. We seek a country, we seek a home! Farewell, England! our native land, Lingering still on thy verdant strand, We look our last on thy once-loved shore, And vow in our hearts to return no more. Far away! O far away! Nothing invites us here to stay. England, our mother, is hard as stone, And shuts her ear to her children's moan, And running on to destruction sure, Pampers the rich, and grinds the poor! Farewell, England! A last farewell! We fly thy shores, but we wish thee well. Far away! O far away! We seek a world o'er the ocean spray. Welcome, O land across the sea, Where bread is plenty, and man is free; Welcome, the woods and deserts drear, And boundless fields of another sphere. Our sails are set, and the breezes swell, England, Our country--Farewell! Farewell!
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