Oh then fare thee well, sweet Donegal, Rosses and G'dor.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 am bound for America.And then marry you are 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 men.May the Lord protect my darling girl till I return again.And I wish I was in sweet Donal and seated on the grass.And by my side a bottle of wine and on my knee, alas.I'd call for liquor 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 Dunloe.
