Old Erin's Daughter Lyrics

Old Erin's daughter, Miss you and all

From St John's waters, it's a long, long haul

The grass grows greener when we are small

But it still greener in Donegal

And it's tooraly, tooraly, tooraly ay

I'm bound on ship for America

I'm never coming back till I don't know when

And if I do I'll be back again
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And I will wander fields I recall

From the paths at Ballantrae to Iregal

I'll drink to memory she'll buy then all

And then she'll leave me in Donegal

And in the morning from bed I'll crawl

My dreams are running to their golden halls

A lark is singing, it's a mournfall call

She's singing sweeter in Donegal