THE HILLS OF GLENSWILLY
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Attention pay my countrymen and hear my native news
Although my song is sorrowful I hope you'll me excuse
I left my native country, foreign lands to see
And I bade farewell to Donegal, likewise to Glenswilly
Was on a summer's morning at the dawning of the day
I left my peaceful happy home to wander far away
Then as I viewed t perhaps no more to see
Sure I thought my heart would truly break of Glenswilly
Brave stalwart men around me stood, each comrade loyal and true
And as I grasped each well-known hand to bid a last adieu
I said, My gallant countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free
To see the sunraise the flag more proudly o'er the hills of Glenswilly
It is these cruel English laws, they curse our native isle
Must Irishmen always live like slaves or else die in exile?
There's not a man to strike a blow or to keep down tyranny
Since Lord Leitrim like a dog was shot not far from Glenswilly
No more beside the sycamore I'll hear the blackbird sing
No more to meet the blithe cuckoo to welcome back the spring
No more I'll plough your fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroídhe
On foreign soil I'm doomed to toil far, far from Glenswilly
God bless you, dark old Donegal, my own dear native land
In dreams I've often seen your hills and your towering mountains grand
But the last three thousand miles of life separates these hills from me
I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly
I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly
(Click here to listen to 'The Hills of Glenswilly')
Click here to listen to 'The Hills of Glenswilly')
Attention pay my countrymen and hear my native news
Although my song is sorrowful I hope you'll me excuse
I left my native country, foreign lands to see
And I bade farewell to Donegal, likewise to Glenswilly
Was on a summer's morning at the dawning of the day
I left my peaceful happy home to wander far away
Then as I viewed t perhaps no more to see
Sure I thought my heart would truly break of Glenswilly
Brave stalwart men around me stood, each comrade loyal and true
And as I grasped each well-known hand to bid a last adieu
I said, My gallant countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free
To see the sunraise the flag more proudly o'er the hills of Glenswilly
It is these cruel English laws, they curse our native isle
Must Irishmen always live like slaves or else die in exile?
There's not a man to strike a blow or to keep down tyranny
Since Lord Leitrim like a dog was shot not far from Glenswilly
No more beside the sycamore I'll hear the blackbird sing
No more to meet the blithe cuckoo to welcome back the spring
No more I'll plough your fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroídhe
On foreign soil I'm doomed to toil far, far from Glenswilly
God bless you, dark old Donegal, my own dear native land
In dreams I've often seen your hills and your towering mountains grand
But the last three thousand miles of life separates these hills from me
I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly
I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly
