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
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