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[G]There are wild and [C]rocky[G] hills on the [F]coast of [C]Done[G]gal.
And the fishermen are[Em] hearty, brave and[A]
free,
And the[G] big At[C]lantic[G] swell is a[F] thing they know [C]right[G] well,
As they fight to take a[D] living
from the[G] sea.
Chorus
With a [G]pleasant,[C] rolling[G] sea and the[C] herring running[G] free,
And the fleet all riding[Em] gently through
the[A] foam,
When the[G] boats are[C] loaded[G] down there'll be [C]singing in the[G] town,
When the boys of Killy[D]begs
come rolling[G] home.
Well you've donned your rubber boots and you've got your oil-skins on,
And you check your gear to see that it's okay,
And
your jumper keeps you warm for it's cold before the dawn,
And you're ready to begin another day.
Chorus
Now you're headed out to sea and the wind is running free,
And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall,
But the
sun comes riding high and the clouds will soon go by,
And today you'll maybe take a bumper haul.
Chorus
When the weather's blowing rough and the work gets very tough,
And the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands,
But
you'll never leave the sea for whoever you may be,
When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land.
Chorus
Well there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore,
And the sun has spilled his gold upon the sea,
And
there's silver down below where the herring fishes go,
When we catch them there'll be gold for you and me.
Chorus
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Boys Of Killybegs Lyrics
There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal.
And the fishermen are hearty, brave and free,
And the big
Atlantic swell is a thing they know right well,
As they fight to take a living from the sea.
Chorus
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
And the fleet all riding[Em] gently through the foam,
When
the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.
Well you've donned your rubber boots and you've got your oil-skins on,
And you check your gear to see that it's okay,
And
your jumper keeps you warm for it's cold before the dawn,
And you're ready to begin another day.
Chorus
Now you're headed out to sea and the wind is running free,
And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall,
But the
sun comes riding high and the clouds will soon go by,
And today you'll maybe take a bumper haul.
Chorus
When the weather's blowing rough and the work gets very tough,
And the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands,
But
you'll never leave the sea for whoever you may be,
When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land.
Chorus
Well there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore,
And the sun has spilled his gold upon the sea,
And
there's silver down below where the herring fishes go,
When we catch them there'll be gold for you and me.
Chorus
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