Oh Donegal the pride of all My heart still turns to thee In me cottage home where oft I did roam When I was young and free Big houses ground on foreign land They can't compare t'all With me cottage bright on a winter's night In the hills of Donegal
Right well I mind in the harvest time A doleful dreary day When leaving all in Donegal I wandered far away In Creeslough town my friends stood 'round I bid farewell to all And I waved my hand to my own dear land And the hills of Donegal
When gazing back trough Botners Gap But my own native hills agian I thought no shame for who could blame 'twas there I cried my fill My parents kind ran in my mind My friends and comrades all But I heard a sigh and I waved goodbye To the hills of Donegal
Oh gran machree I longed to see My own native hills again On a foreign shore my heart is sore With exile longing pain Could I but see those mountains free 'twould compensate for all And I'd live as my poor fathers lived In the hills of Donegal