Mulroy Bay, song

Phil Doherty, singing in English
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When the golden sun was sinking behind an ocean blue
And the silvery moon was raising o’er the hills of glittering dew
I will oft time dream of Erin and my friends so far away
And the bonnie purple heather round the banks of Mulroy Bay.

Of that little old thatched cottage with its porch so neat and small
And it’s nesting in that valley ‘neath the hills of Donegal
And the day I sailed from Erin on that morning dark and grey
When I bade farewell to Mary on the banks of Mulroy Bay.

I will often think of my mother knitting round the cottage door
Of my sisters and my brothers as they wander round the shore
On a bonny summer evening in that dear land far away
And the fishing boats that anchor near the banks of Mulroy Bay.

I may never see my Mary or the home where I was born
I may never see the reaper mowing down the yellow corn
Still I long for dear old Fanad where I sported bright and gay
O’er the bridge at Ballyherin near the banks of Mulroy Bay.

I will oft times on my pillow think of dancing song and reel
Of my friends around old Cashel or the vale of Kerrykeel
Of the hills and lakes and mountains which oft times I did roam
With my bonny blue-eyed Mary on the banks of Mulroy Bay.

I have roamed this wide world over dwelt in cities rich and grand
Srill I long for dear old Fanad and my own dear native land
I’ll ne’er forget old Ireland on this morning dark and grey
When I bade farewell to Mary on the banks of Mulroy Bay.