| Song | The Great Hunger |
| Artist | Cruachan |
| Album | The Morrigan's Call |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. | |
| Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. | |
| I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. | |
| Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk. | |
| What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. | |
| They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. | |
| My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. | |
| I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. | |
| To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. | |
| The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. | |
| I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?” | |
| The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. | |
| My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. | |
| Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. | |
| I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. | |
| My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone |
| We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. | |
| Our crops have failed us yet again nothing grows in this desolate bog. | |
| I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. | |
| Her face is gaunt, her belly empty she cannot see, she cannot talk. | |
| What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. | |
| They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. | |
| My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. | |
| I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. | |
| To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. | |
| The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. | |
| I look to the heavens and shout aloud " What has poor Ireland done?" | |
| The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. | |
| My strength has failed, I can' t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. | |
| Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. | |
| I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. | |
| My daughter seems so peaceful now to heaven she is gone |
| We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. | |
| Our crops have failed us yet again nothing grows in this desolate bog. | |
| I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk. | |
| Her face is gaunt, her belly empty she cannot see, she cannot talk. | |
| What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent. | |
| They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent. | |
| My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying. | |
| I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. | |
| To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. | |
| The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear. | |
| I look to the heavens and shout aloud " What has poor Ireland done?" | |
| The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one. | |
| My strength has failed, I can' t go on. Beside my daughter I lay. | |
| Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray. | |
| I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn. | |
| My daughter seems so peaceful now to heaven she is gone |