Tom Russell - Patrick russell

My name is Patrick Russell, I've ^Dled a Christian ^Alife I speak of family ^Dhistory as it's transcribed by my ^Ewife I sit ^Dhere in New ^AHampton, the ^Dyear is nineteen ^Eten ^ALooking back from ^EIowa towards ^Dmother Ire^Eland ^A

I was born in Templemore in ^Deighteen twenty-^Afive Recalled a happy ^Dboyhood until my mother ^Edied ^D Starvation crept a^Across the land, A^Dmerica's our ^Edream ^ASix cruel ^Eweeks on ^Dstormy seas aboard the ^Eship Ty^Arene

American ^Eprimitive ^Dman ^E In an A^American ^Eprimitive ^Dland ^E I ^Awashed my ^Eface in a ^Afrying ^Dpan A^American ^Eprimitive ^Aman

At last we docked in old Quebec, the Eng^Dlish offered farming ^Aground But we'd lived too long under English rule, to U^Dnited States we're ^Ebound ^D By train and then by ^Acattle boat, ah, the ^Dfilth down in that ^Ehold ^A We landed ^Ein Mil^Dwaukee, trekked two hundred ^Emiles or ^Amore ^E

A sack of new po^Atatoes^E was carried by each ^Aman ^E Four spades for culti^Avation,^E we'd brought from Ire^Aland ^B7 We worked at splitting ^Erailroad ties, bought ^B7one old milking ^Ecow ^B7 A quarter section ^Euncleared land, two ^B7oxen and a ^Eplough ^A

At night we heard the wolves howl on ^Dour newly purchased ^Afarm And starving lads from the civil war took ^Dshelter in our ^Ebarn ^D The Larsens and the ^ACooneys, the ^DRussells, the Mol^Eloys ^A We tilled the ^Esoil of ^DIowa and grew a ^Espate of girls and ^Aboys

American ^Eprimitive ^Dman ^E In an A^American ^Eprimitive ^Dland ^E A ^Awhiskey ^Estill in an ^Aoatmeal ^Dcan A^American ^Eprimitive ^Aman I'm an American ^Eprimitive ^Aman