Attention pay, my countrymen, and hear my native news

Although my song is sorrowful, I hope you'll me excuse

I left my peaceful residence a foreign land to see

And I bid farewell to Donegal, likewise to Glenswilly



Some stalwart men around me stood, each comrade loyal and true

And as I grasped each well-known hand to bid a last adieu

I said, My fellow countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free

To raise the flag more proudly oer the hills of Glenswilly



It is these cruel English laws, they curse our native isle

Must Irishmen always live like slaves or else die in exile?

There's not a man to strike a blow or to keep down tyranny

Since Lord Leitrim like a dog was shot not far from Glenswilly



No more beside the sycamore I'll hear the blackbird sing

No more to meet the blithe cuckoo to welcome back the spring

No more I'll plow your fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroIdhe

On foreign soil I'm doomed to toil far, far from Glenswilly



God bless you, dark old Donegal, my own dear native land

In dreams I've often seen your hills and your towering mountains grand

But the last three thousand miles of life separates these hills from me

I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly

I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly