Mary From Dungloe
Oh, then fare ye well, sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore
I'm crossing the main ocean, where the foaming billows roar
It breaks my heart from you to part, where I spent many happy days
Farewell to kind relations for I'm bound for America.
Oh, then Mary, you're my hearts delight, my pride and only care
It was your cruel father would not let me stay there
But absence makes the heart grow fond and when I am over the main
May the Lord protect my darling girl till I return again.
Oh, I wished I was in sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass
And by my side a bottle of wine and on my knee a lass
I'd call for liquor of the best and I'd pay before I would go
And I'd roll my Mary in my arms in the town of sweet Dungloe...
