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Oh, listen awhile, my countrymen, and hear my latest news,
Although my song is sorrowful wrong, I hope you'll me excuse;
I left my peaceful residence, for foreign land to see,
And I bade goodbye to Donegal, likewise to Glenswilly.
No more upon the sycamore I'll hear the blackbird sing,
No more to me the blithe cuckoo will welcome back the spring;
No more I'll see the fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroidhe,
On a foreign soil I'm made to toil, far from Glenswilly.
Praise God, there's men around me stood, each comrade kind and true,
And as I shook each well-known hand, I bid my last adieu;
I said, "My fellow-countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free,
And we'll raise the green flag proudly over the hills of Glenswilly."
God bless you, dark old Donegal, my own dear native land,
In dreams I ofttimes sing of you, the lovely mountains grand;
At last three thousand miles or more between your hills and me,
Oh, poor forlorn and exile cast, far from Glenswilly.
Oh, poor forlorn and exile cast, far from Glenswilly.