Mary of Dungloe

Oh then fare thee 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, I am bound for Amerikay

Oh then Mary you're my heart's delight
My pride and only care
It was your cruel father would not let me 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

And 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 would go
And I'd roll my Mary in my arms, in the town of sweet Dungloe