Content Middle

Main Content

Mary from 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 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.

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