Перевод песни Irish Rovers - Staten Island

We sailed our ship down the Hudson River

To the wild Atlantic we said farewell

On Staten Island when we landed

There we had our tale to tell

We’re the poor, the huddled masses

We have crossed the lonely sea

Left the Old World for the New World

Left the old ways to be free

We left our homes in forty-seven

Turned our backs against the wind

From our ships of creakin’ timber

We bid farewell to a famished land

We’re the poor, the huddled masses

We have crossed the lonely sea

Left the Old World for the New World

Left the old ways to be free

With heavy hearts we left behind us

Memories of better days

Old men talkin’, children laughin’

As we danced the night away

We’re the poor, the huddled masses

We have crossed the lonely sea

Left the Old World for the New World

Left the old ways to be free

Still we hear their voices calling

On the wind we hear their sound

Friends and loved ones, old and young ones

Lie beneath the fallen mound

We’re the poor, the huddled masses

We have crossed the lonely sea

Left the Old World for the New World

Left the old ways to be free

Now those years are far behind us

Now our spirits have grown strong

In this land that gave us freedom

And the will to carry on

We’re the poor, the huddled masses

We have crossed the lonely sea

Left the Old World for the New World

Left the old ways to be free

We’re the poor, the huddled masses

We have crossed the lonely sea

Left the Old World for the New World

Left the old ways to be free