Lyrics Mary From Dungloe - Susan McCann
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                farewell 
                                                to 
                                                kind 
                                                relations, 
                                                I'm 
                                                bound 
                                                for 
                                                America
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                then 
                                                Mary, 
                                                you're 
                                                my 
                                                heart's 
                                                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 
                                                'til 
                                                    I 
                                                return 
                                                again?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                in 
                                                sweet 
                                                Dungloe 
                                                and 
                                                seated 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                grass
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                I'd 
                                                roll 
                                                my 
                                                Mary 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                arms 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                town 
                                                of 
                                                sweet 
                                                Dungloe
 
                                    
                                
                            1 It's You It's You It's You
2 Golden Decade Medley (Duet with Sean Wilson): Song Sung Blue/Roses Are Red/Island Of Dreams/Sweet Caroline/Everything Is Beautiful/Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
3 Hillbilly Girl With The Blues
4 Buried Treasure
5 The Dutchman
6 Medley (Duet With Sean Wilson): Those Were The Days/A World Of Our Own/Tears On My Pillow/The Last Thing On My Mind/I'll Never Find Another You/Those Were The Days
7 Burning Memories
8 Souvenirs
9 I Just Drove By
10 Everything Is Beautiful In Its Own Way
11 Single Girl
12 The Town I Loved So Well
13 The Game
14 Tennessee Waltz
15 I Wouldn't Change You If I Could
16 Never Be The Sun
17 Rose Of My Heart (Duet with Daniel O'Donnell)
18 Bus To L A
19 All The Lies That You Told Me
20 Never Ending Song Of Love
21 Mary From Dungloe
22 Rumor Has It
23 Have You Ever Been Lonely
24 Lovin' You
25 Love Me One More Time
26 Once Upon A Time
27 While I Was Making Love To You
28 Chuck The Chuck Wagon
29 Someday Soon
30 I'll Take Care Of You
31 Red Is The Rose
32 Why Can't We
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