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There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal |
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And the fishermen are hearty, brave and free |
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And the big atlantic swell |
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Is a thing they know right well |
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As they fight to make their living from the sea |
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With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free |
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And our ships all gliding Gently through the foam |
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When the boats are loaded down |
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There'll be singing in the town |
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When the boys of killybegs come rollin home |
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Now you're headed out to sea and the wind is blowing free |
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And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall |
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And the clouds are riding high and the wind will soon blow by |
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And today you'll amybe get your bumper haul |
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Well the weather's very rough and the work gets plenty touth |
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And the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands |
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But you'll never leave the sea |
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For whoever you may be |
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When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land |
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Now there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore |
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And the sun has cast it's gold upon the sea |
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And there's silver down below where the herring fishes go |
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If we catch them there'll be gold for you and me |