Moville along the Foyle, song

Maria Butcher, singing in English
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Lyrics

There’s a dear old spot where I have ofttimes strayed when I was but a boy,
To watch the big ships sailing down it filled my heart with joy.
[I have been to many foreign lands in towns both large and small
But in none to equal our wee town called Moville along the Foyle.]

2
To watch the big ships sailing down as they sailed away each day
With thousands of brave Irish hearts going to America.
God knows how soon it will fall our lot for to leave our native soil
And to bid adieu to the friends we loved by Moville along the Foyle.

Moville along the Foyle along the Foyle, brave boys, Moville along the Foyle,
There’s none on earth can equal it like Moville along the Foyle.
 

3
There is a wee girl in this place, her name I will make known,
She’s the blooming star of this lovely place and the pride of Inishowen;
Sally is the fair girl’s name and for her I mean to toil
And we’ll gather shells from that lovely place called Moville along the Foyle.

Moville  &c
 

4
– Now farewell, dear Sally, I’ve got no more to say
But hopes to meet you, darling, on the Green some other day;
It’s there we’ll have a pleasant walk when free from care and toil
And we’ll gather shells from that lovely place called Moville along the Foyle.

Moville  &c

Notes

Nostalgia is quite unashamed in this recent local song with its sentimental air. Moville, near the mouth of Lough Foyle on the Inishowen side, was the last call of American liners until the 1930s and a well-situated ‘wee town’ for a song of emigration and farewell.