Patrick Russell

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My name is Patrick Russell, I've 
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led a Christian life
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I speak of family history as it's 
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transcribed by my wife
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I sit here in New Hampton, the 
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year is nineteen ten
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Looking back from Iowa towards 
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mother Ireland

[Verse]
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I was born in Templemore in 
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eighteen twenty-five
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Recalled a happy boyhood until my 
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mother died
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Starvation crept across the land, 
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America's our dream
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Six cruel weeks on stormy seas 
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aboard the ship Tyrene

[Chorus]
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American primitive man
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In an American primitive land
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I washed my face in a frying pan
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American primitive man

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At last we docked in old Quebec, the
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 English offered farming ground
But we'd lived too long under 
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English rule, to United States 
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we're bound
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By train and then by cattle boat, 
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ah, the filth down in that hold
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We landed in Milwaukee, trekked 
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two hundred miles or more

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A sack of new potatoes was carried
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 by each man
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Four spades for cultivation, we'd 
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brought from Ireland
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We worked at splitting railroad 
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ties, bought one old milking cow
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A quarter section uncleared land, 
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two oxen and a plough

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At night we heard the wolves howl on
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 our newly purchased farm
And starving lads from the civil war
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 took shelter in our barn
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The Larsens and the Cooneys, the 
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Russells, the Molloys
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We tilled the soil of Iowa and 
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grew a spate of girls and boys

[Chorus]
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American primitive man
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In an American primitive land
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A whiskey still in an oatmeal can
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American primitive man
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I'm an American primitive man