[00:00.201]The Hills Of Donegal -Boys Of The Lough
[00:08.724]When I was young and in my prime
[00:13.764]My mind being free from care
[00:18.972]Whilst leaving all in Donegal to wander far away
[00:28.837]Whilst leaving all in Donegal to wander far away
[00:38.598]That I might plough the raging main going to Amerikay
[00:48.611]In Creeslough town my friends stood round
[00:53.339]And I bad adieu to all
[00:58.292]In Creeslough town my friends stood round
[01:03.163]And I bad adieu to all
[01:08.27]And down Lough Foyle and away
[01:12.03]I went from the hills of Donegal
[01:18.28]The night being dark and stormy
[01:22.509]And loud the waves did roar
[01:27.404]Our captain cries
[01:29.717]Hold off me boys
[01:32.68]Our vessel's going ashore
[01:36.789]Our captain cries
[01:39.173]Hold off me boys
[01:41.565]To deck you one and all
[01:46.205]And I rued the day I sailed
[01:50.61]Away from the hills of Donegal
[02:33.361]My father he's a farmer
[02:37.873]I mean to tell you all
[02:42.673]Between Moville near Derry
[02:46.472]And the hills of Donegal
[02:52.01]I being like many's the foolish young lad
[02:56.352]I thought I'd sail away
[03:00.912]That I might plough the raging main
[03:05.496]Going to Amerikay
[03:10.64]Here's farewell unto Castlerock
[03:14.792]Likewise unto Downhill
[03:19.504]And to that spot where we sailed by
[03:24.48]They call it sweet Moville
[03:28.816]From sweet Culmore to that foreign shore
[03:33.440]Where waves do rise and fall
[03:38.161]Adieu adieu to my wee lass on the hills of Donegal

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