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1.[C] Oh, then fare ye [G]well, sweet [F]Donegal, the [Em]Rosses[F] and Gwee[C]dore.
I'm crossing[G] the main[F] ocean,
where the foaming [C]billows[E7] roar,
it[C] breaks my[G] heart from[F] you to[G] part, where I [F]spent many [C]happy[E]
days.
[E7]Fare[C]well to[G] kind re[F]latio[C]ns for I'm[Em] bound for A[F]merika[C]y.
2. Oh my love is tall and
handsome and her age is scarce eighteen,
she far exceeds all other fair maids when she trips o'er the green,
her lovely
neck and shoulders are fairer than the snow,
till the day I die I'll ne'er deny my Mary from Dungloe.
3. If I was
at home in sweet Dungloe a letter I would write,
kind thoughts would fill my bosom for Mary, my delight.
'Tis in her
father's garden the fairest violets grow,
and 'twas there I came to court the maid, my Mary from Dungloe
4. Ah,
then Mary, you're my hearts 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.
5.
And I wished 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 go
and I'd roll my Mary in my arms in the town of sweet Dungloe.
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