| Oh I know it’s not right reminiscing tonight
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| Of days that are gone and returning no more.
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| For the girl I dream of has another man’s love,
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| Far, far away on my Donegal shore.
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| But why should I care, for she’s happy o’er there
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| She may have children she may be wealthy or poor
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| But I can’t help my dreams of what might have been
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| If I’d stayed at home at my Donegal Shore.
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| Now it’s wintertime there, all the trees will be bare
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| And the rain clouds will darken my native Gweedore
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| But if that girl I could hold every raindrop would be gold
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| It would fall all around us on my Donegal shore.
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| (Inst)
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| Now there’s no one to blame, but before she took his name
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| When she told me she loved him it hurt to the core
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| But I could never descend to be only her friend
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| So I left her there on my Donegal shore.
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| Now it’s wintertime there, all the trees will be bare
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| And the rainclouds will darken my native Gweedore
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| But if that girl I could hold every raindrop would be gold
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| It would fall all around us on my Donegal shore.
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| But if that girl I could hold every raindrop would be gold |
| It would fall all around us on my Donegal shore |