I long to see your smiling
children
Standing by the door
The kettle boiling on the
hearth
As I walk up the floor
And then to see a welcome
free
For travellers one and all
For your hearts are like your
mountains
In the homes of Donegal
I'd like to stay along with
you
And while away the night
With fairy lore and tales
of yore
Beside the turf fire bright
And then to see laid out for
me
A shake-down by the wall
For there's rest for weary
wanderers
In the homes of Donegal
The time has come for me to
go
And bid you all adieu
For the open highway calls
me back
To do these things I do
But when I'm travelling far
away
Your friendship I'll recall
And please God I'll soon return
unto
The homes of Donegal
Donegal, Pride of all
Donegal, Pride of all
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