Mary from Dungloe
Oh then fare thee well, sweet Donegal
The Rosses and Gweedore
I'm crossing the main ocean
Where the foaming billows roar
It breaks my heart from you to part
Where I spent many happy days
Farewell to kind relations
I am bound for Americay
Oh then Mary, you're my heart's delight
My pride and only care
It was your cruel father
Would not let me stay there
But abscence makes the heart grow fond
And when I am over the main
May the Lord protect my darling girl
Till I return again
And I wish 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 would go
And I'd roll my Mary in my arms
In the town of sweet Dungloe