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hills of glenswilly - the wolfe tones lyrics

attention pay, my countrymen, and hear my native news
although my song is sorrowful, i hope you’ll me excuse
i left my native residence, a foreign land to see
and i bid farewell to donegal, likewise to glensw*lly

’twas on a summer’s morning, by the dawning of the day
i left my peaceful, happy home to wander far away
and as i viewed that grand old glen, perhaps no more to see
i thought my poor old heart would break, when leaving glensw*lly

brave stalwart men around me stood, my comrades kind and true
and as i grasped each well*known hand to bid a last adieu
i said, “my gallant countrymen, i hope you’ll soon be free”
to see the sunburst proudly wave o’er the hills of glensw*lly
no more among the sycamore i’ll hear the blackbird sing
no more i’ll hear the blithe cuckoo who welcomes back the spring
no more i’ll plough your fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroí
on foreign soil i’m doomed to toil, far, far from glensw*lly

god bless you, dark old donegal, my own dear native land
in dreams i see your heather glens and towering mountains grand
alas, three thousand miles do lie between your hills and me
a poor, forlorn exile cast far, far from glensw*lly

- the wolfe tones lyrics

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