Donegal

Well it was all on the eve of St. Agnes,
And you were touched by the fading day’s sun,
And all the boys at the port called you Maha,
All for the way you did run,
And your Labours were lithe as you danced ‘bout the harbour,
You gave me your kindness and all,
And you were gone ‘fore the moon reached the top of its ladder,
Back to your fair Donegal.

Well they sold my ship in November,
But you were gone before that moment fell,
Yes the boys at the harbour bars warned me about you,
But they never did warn me so well,

And as soon as I raise up a claim all of gold,
I’ll set six stealthy ships all to creep,
To the place where your lips kiss away a man’s reason,
And sing all his tempers to sleep.

Now it has been seven years since your leaving,
But your glamour is constant as steal,
And at night times I dream that I see you,
Climbing over my garden wall,

And I follow you over the top of the ocean,
my feet never falter nor fall,
And I run ‘cross the reddening and shadow of Ulster,
and chase you back to Donegal,

I run ‘cross the reddening and shadow of Ulster,
And chase you back to Donegal.