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   1V
   I am now a lonely exile
   Far from my native home,
   A poor folorn stranger,
   O'er this wide world I must roam,
   I may never see old Ireland
   Nor the hawthorn buds in May,
   Nor the bonny hills of Fanad,
   Near the banks of Mulroy Bay.
   V
   I may never see my Mary
   Nor the home where I was born,
   I may never see the reapers
   Mowing down the yellow corn.
   Still I long for dear old Fanad,
   Where I sported blythe ad gay,
   And the boys of Ballyheerin
   Near the banks of Mulroy Bay.
   VI
   I have roamed this wide world over
   With its cities rich and grand.
   Still I long for dear old Fanad,
   My own dear native land.
   I'll not forget old Ireland
   Nor that morning dark and grey,
   When I bade farewell to Mary,
   On the banks of Mulroy Bay.
   Thomas Gallagher, Tully, Carrigart.

   

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Thomas Gallagher

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Tully, Co. Donegal