[D]Young girls draw near and I'll[G] tell you[D] here,
A[A7] story that[D] makes[G] me[D] sad,
Sure he[A] sailed
away the[Bm] other day,
My[D] own true[E7] Irish[A] lad,,,[A7]
And my[A] heart did ache[Bm] for his dear[G] sake,
And
the[D] tears like[E7] rain did[A] fall,
Oh,[D] why did he part and[G] break the[D] heart
Of this[A7] girl from[D] Don[G]e[D]gal
He was tall and strong, could sing a song
That would delight your heart to hear.
His eyes were bright, his step
was light,
And his voice was sweet and clear.
He could handle a spade or court a maid,
The fairest of them all.
Ah,
but he was inclined to leave behind
This girl from Donegal.
How I wished in vain he did remain,
But see how he sailed away
To a distant home, far o'er the foam,
In a foreign
land to stay.
He would rather have toiled in his own native soil,
But the wages they were too small.
That's why he
did part and break the heart
Of this girl from Donegal.
The weather was bad and my love was sad
As he had to sail away.
He left me here to pine and fear,
Till he'd
return someday,
But if in time he does not return,
He need not come at all.
Oh, why did he part and break the heart
Of
this girl from Donegal
