The Hills Of Donegal - Boys Of The Lough

When I was young and in my prime

My mind being free from care

Whilst leaving all in Donegal to wander far away

Whilst leaving all in Donegal to wander far away

That I might plough the raging main going to Amerikay

In Creeslough town my friends stood round

And I bad adieu to all

In Creeslough town my friends stood round

And I bad adieu to all

And down Lough Foyle and away

I went from the hills of Donegal

The night being dark and stormy

And loud the waves did roar

Our captain cries

Hold off me boys

Our vessel's going ashore

Our captain cries

Hold off me boys

To deck you one and all

And I rued the day I sailed

Away from the hills of Donegal

My father he's a farmer

I mean to tell you all

Between Moville near Derry

And the hills of Donegal

I being like many's the foolish young lad

I thought I'd sail away

That I might plough the raging main

Going to Amerikay

Here's farewell unto Castlerock

Likewise unto Downhill

And to that spot where we sailed by

They call it sweet Moville

From sweet Culmore to that foreign shore

Where waves do rise and fall

Adieu adieu to my wee lass on the hills of Donegal