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

Farewell to kind relations

For I'm bound for Amerikay

Ah 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'm o'er 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 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 Dungloe

Mary From Dungloe - Emmet Spiceland