At dawn the water's quiet So we raise our limey rum One more soul rests 'neath the waves As we hear the fun'ral drum So we'll hope and pray and Trust our God above I'm not sure where we’re going But it can't get worse my love For the sun it flies and shines each day O'er in grand Americay So hold fast my love and We'll walk her shores one day Now, come away me darling It's time for us to part The ship is in the harbor, This is our brand new start But now a dreadful feeling as the Dock rolls into sight These brand new days in Old New York Will birth a brand new fight Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee (Instrumental) Music by Ludwig Von Beethoven In The Sod Words by Adam McIntyre Music by The McKintree Boys Well if you take me by the hand When my last breath, I be breathin' I'll whisper gently in your ear Advice that you'll be needin' When I'm down in the sod And I stand before God Don't fear for it's clear that I am home Aye, the smiles cheer me With those I love near me I’ve all my heart’s desire with walls for wind and a roof for the rain and drinks beside the fire The end is here it's true my love But do not be afraid The distant hills look green my love I’ve only time to say one thing And Yea though I walk Through the valley of death I will not fear the devil The valleys will be filled The footpaths made straight and mountains will be made level Per Ardua Words by Adam McIntyre Music by The McKintree Boys Distant country, Distant land Foreign nation, Foreign man Left his stronghold in Andrew's guile Full were the arms of Erin's Isle But don't look back The night's turned the ocean to black So we'll sail on toward the dawn Fought for freedom, fought for love Still left thirsty for stronger stuff Rotten wages, rotten food Walk the road he must pursue Per Ardua! The darkness cannot fight the dawn, so carry on Per Ardua! You know that death has lost her sting, Forever sing, Per Ardua! Distant country, Distant land Foreign nation, Foreign man On a journey to fertile soil To plant his seeds, his sweat, his toil Mairi's Wedding Words and music by John Bannerman, Translated by Hugh Roberton Step we gaily, on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm and row on row All for Mairi's wedding Over hillways up and down Myrtle green and bracken brown Past the sheilings through the town All for sake of Mairi. Red her cheeks as rowans are Bright her eyes as any star Fairest o' them all by far Is our darlin' Mairi Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty peat to fill her creel Plenty bonny bairns as well That's the toast for Mairi Those Sweet Eyes Words by Adam McIntyre Music by The McKintree Boys He’s crouched on the bank of a river of gold That carries more river than gold He places his finger on the picture of a girl His true love he left half a world away It's 1852, three years since his crew Took port in San Francisco Bay So on this hill he now sat Wondering how he'd get back To the girl in the old photograph He said, "I'd know those sweet eyes anywhere Bright as a midsummer's morning I know that you'll keep safe my heart It's been yours since the day I was born" Well he must have dug ten thousand holes Washing for gold all the while But when his claim had been jumped And the hills had dried up He'd still pull out her photo and smile And then one day a mule brought a letter Penned from the girl in the frame It said, "I'm sorry love, but I married last winter I prayed for years, but you never came" The years passed by in the blink of an eye And there was nothing that ever hurt more So stayed he right there, in San Francisco Bay And he opened his own general store When one winter's morn Toward the twilight of his days A ship from the old country sailed in When off of the boat stepped a widow in black He felt a stiff chill down his spine