As I was out walking, one morning in Spring
To see the green fields
Hear the pretty birds sing
I met a young maiden walking alone
For I am a stranger and a long way from home
I came from sweet England with mother and dad
We thought in America all could be had
But alas for sweet England
My father is dead, and mother can earn but a little for bread
And I weep as I gaze on the far distant maine
For a fine ship to take me to England again
And it’s all to be back in Sweet England again.
It must have been absolutely awful for the English people who left everything behind in order to start a new life in a country that hadn't even been discovered. I can remember going to another country and I was desperately wanting to come straight back home, I was so home sick. But to be so very far from home would have been bad enough, but then there was the terrible New England winter and the natives to endure. I have nothing but sheer admiration for my very brave ancestors.