Attention pay
My country men and hear my native news
Although my song is sorrowful I
Hope you'll me excuse
I left my peaceful residence
A foreign land to see
And I bid farewell to Donegal
Likewise to Glenswilly

Some stalwart men around me stood
Each comrade kind and true
And as I grasped each well known
Hand to bid a last adue
I said, "my fellow countrymen
I hope you'll soon be free
To raise the sunburst proudly o'er
The hills of Glenswilly"

No more beside a sycamore I'll
Hear the blackbird sing
No more to me the blithe cuckoo
Shall welcome back the spring
No more I'll plough your fertile fields
A chuisle geal mo chroídhe
For the foreign soil I'm doomed to toil
Far far from Glenswilly

It is these cruel English laws
That curse our native isle
Must Irish men always live like slaves
Or else die in exile?
There's not a man to strike a
Blow or keep down tyranny
Since Lord Leitrim like a dog was shot
Not far from Glenswilly

God bless ye, dark ol' Donegal
My own dear native land
In dreams I oft-times see your
Hills and towering mountains grand but alas
Three thousand miles that lie betwixt
These hills and me i'm a poor
Forlorn exile cast far far from Glenswilly

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