Lyrics

On a bonnie Summer’s morning being on the eighth of May
As the tender steamed down Lough Foyle we sailed from Moville Bay
The liner raised her anchor and we’ll soon be miles away
From my home above the green hill side above Sheephaven Bay

I was banished from my native home the place where I was born
I oft’ times think of the dear old spot and the fields of yellow corn
Where the fishing fleet’s at anchor on a bonnie summer’s day
Near my home upon the green hill side above Sheephaven Bay

The sandy banks the grand old caves, that far off distant land
The billows roar on Mulroy Bay and Downing’s glittering sand
My bonnie blue-eyed Mary in her shawl of Galway grey
And my home upon the green hill side above Sheephaven Bay

My step is getting feeble and my race is nearly o’er
I hope that God will guide me back to old Tirconnell’s shore
And may I sleep in that old churchyard for this I daily pray
Near my home upon the green hill side above Sheephaven Bay

Farewell farewell my native land farewell to Erin’s shore
Farewell to Cloughaneely and the green fields of Gweedore
I may never see the Rosses or my Mary far away
Nor my home upon the green hillside above Sheephaven Bay

see also   Deep Sheephaven bay / Michael McAuley (Mac Tam)   Deep Sheephaven bay / Michael McGonigle (James Eoghain)   Deep Sheephaven bay / Paddy McCallion