Inheritance
I work the land and harvest, and my name is William Glass
And the landlord hails from London not Belfast
In the year of 1845, all across the Emerald Isle
The potato crop is ravaged by the blight
And the people die in thousands, as the famine takes its hold
Many find a path to America and other corners of the globe
And I must also travel, just across the Irish sea
To the land that I’ll call home now
Hope that Scotia welcomes me
And I flee with many others, there to Troon on Ayrshire coast
With my body starved and fragile, like a ghost
I find lodging with a family and McCulloch be their name
Took that name to be the son they’d sought to gain
And the people they died in their thousands, many more have broken free
Many old folk and the young ones, paid the price for other’s greed
And I was bound to travel, just across the Irish sea
Feel this land is my inheritance, for this Scotia’s welcomed me
And to all the lost ex patriots, o’er centuries have had to flee
From one coast to another, they have journeyed to be free
Their inheritance and fortune lay across that lonely sea
To a new hope and beginning, just like me
And I was bound to travel, just across the Irish sea
To the land that I call home now, for that Scotia’s welcomed me
My Scotia’s welcomed me