Oh then fare thee well sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore
I'm crossing o’er 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, I am bound for Amerikay
Oh then Mary you're my heart's delight, my pride and only care
It was your cruel father who would not let me to stay here
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 wish 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 liquour of the best, and I'd pay before I'd go
And I'd roll my Mary in my arms, in the town of sweet Dungloe

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