The stars of Dunaff, song

Jimmy Houten, singing in English
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Lyrics

In the year of fifty two in the month of December
Being on the twenty second right well I mind the day
When three young men set a sailing and left their friends bewailing
When death came round and stealing and snatched the three away

The morning it looked fine although the storm was appearing
Fearing little danger when lancing out their oars
But little did they think oh when crossing down that column
That their own dear mother’s faces they would never see no more

Across for Fanad steering no danger were they fearing
Until they were returning they met a watery grave
Oh how can it be that my true love and my bonny
Was tossed down in Lough Swilly beneath the stormy waves

It’s when his sister Fanny heard of that sad and sorrowful story
She wrung her hands in sorrow and she cried most bitterly
Oh how can it be that my true love and my bonny
Was drownded in Lough Swilly beneath the stormy waves

Oh the round sweet Urrismanagh that home of chaste Diana
No more the sons of Gráinne no more will wind their way
They are wet with tears so often we may loudly call them often
And wake them in their coffin until the judgement day

see also   The stars of Dunaff / Michael Doherty (Davis)