Oh, then fare ye well, sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore I'm crossing the main ocean, where the foaming billows roar It breaks my heart from you to part, where I spent many happy days So farewell to kind relations, I'm bound for America Oh, then Mary, you're my heart's delight, my pride and only care It was your cruel father, would not let me stay there But absence makes the heart grow fond, and when I am over the main May the Lord protect my darling girl 'til I return again? Oh, I wish I was in sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass There by my side, a bottle of wine, and on my knee a lass I'd call for liquor of the best, and I'd pay before I would go Then I'd roll my Mary in my arms in the town of sweet Dungloe