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