THE HILLS OF DONEGAL

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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