I’ll never forget The walk to the station Me with your suitcase being brotherly and strong And trying to make light Of the whole situation In light conversation We move through the throng And you with your bright eyes Best dressed for travelling Me in my work clothes Unshaven and plain I fully intended to put in a half day But my good intentions went with you on the train And I never look back as the train left the station Crossed over the roadway and in to the park And there in a bar an old man was singing And I sat there drinking until it grew dark So dark so fare you well sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore. I'm crossing the main ocean, where plunging billows roar. It breaks my heart for us to part, we spent many happy days. far away from friends and relations I'm bound to Amerikay. And I wish I was in sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass. And by my side a bottle of wine and on my knee my lass. I'd call for liquor of the best and I'd pay before I would go, And I'd roll my Mary in my arms in the town of sweet Dungloe. And now all the stars were all hidden by rain clouds, The song of the old man still locked in my brain, And all emigration, is the curse of a nation The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain. And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky, and I heard the birds singing dawn of the day. And there was no support from the city forthcoming, No sympathy numbing your going away. It's hard to say goodbye.