I'm crossing the main ocean, where the foaming billows roar

It breaks my heart from you to part, where I spent many happy days

Farewell to kind relations for I'm bound for America.



Oh, then Mary, you're my hearts delight, my pride and only care

It was your cruel father would not let me stay there

But absence makes the heart grow fond and when I am over the main

May the Lord protect my darling girl till I return again.



Oh,  I wished I was in sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass

And by my side a bottle of wine and on my knee a 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...