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Show SONGS OF'DONEGAL. By Seumas MacManus. The big ship lies waitin' And, manned by all her hands To hoist the sail to the mornin's gale, And off to foreign lands. ) Soon we must say a sad good-by, To friends and kindred all, To the homes we love, and the hills above, In dear old Donegal. In dear old Donegal, in loved old Donegal, To the homes we love, and the hills above, In dear old Donegal! Oft through her glens we've wandered We've roamed along her hills, When skies were bright And young hearts light " And wayward was her rills. But dire misfortune gathered since, And to our lot did fall, 'Tis why we go in grief and woe From dear old Donegal! From dear old Donegal, from loved old Donegal 'Tis why we go, in grief and woe, From dear old Donegal. Farewell to the heathery mountains, . Farewell to the pleasant vales, To the flashing rills from the gray old hills, That dash adown the dajes. To the boys so rare, an(l the colleens fair, 'Tis fare-ye-well to all, For God knows when we'll meetVgain, In dear old Donegal! In dear old Donegal, in loved old Donegal, Och! God knows when we'll meet again, In dear old Donegal! New York Evening Post. |
