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Lyrics
Black 47
(J.UPHAM) 2009 (C)
Black 47, the famine has come
Why God has cursed us
Our harvest it rots in the sun
In the sun
So I'll sail the Donbrody
To find a new life
I'll send for you Meg
With the promises to be as one
Be as one
So Meghan, hold on
Meghan hold on
So go tell your parents
I've asked for your hand
I'll send for you Meg
With the promises to be your man
Be your man
This far away land
I'll do what I can
coda
Will you marry me Meg?2x
Will you marry me Meg?(Promises we will be as one) 4x
Be as one (promises)