Rolling down the Hills of Donegal
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, the road is clear my bags are packed
I'm headed overseas, to JFK, the USA,
Land of the free, home of the brave
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone with O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on Silver Strand
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Rolling down the hills of Donegal
What need you, being come to sense
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, "til
You've dried the marrow from the bone
For men were born to pray and save
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
With O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on silver strand
When you're looking for an answer
Turn to melody,
Find the key to sing the glory song
Sing-along, Come on
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
Yet they were of a different kind
Names that stilled your childish play
They've gone about the world like wind
Little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
What, God help us, could they save
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
With O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on silver strand
When you're looking for an answer
Turn to melody
Find the key to sing the glory song
Sing-along
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide?
this that all that blood was shed
For this Ed Fitzgerald died
Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone
All the delirium of the brave
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
With O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on Silver Strand
When you're looking for an answer
Turn to melody
Find the key to sing the glory song
Sing-along
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
You've dried the marrow from the bone
For men were born to pray and save
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
with O'Leary in the grave
I'm on my way, the road is clear my bags are packed
I'm headed overseas, to JFK, the USA,
Land of the free, home of the brave
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone with O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on Silver Strand
When you're looking for an answer
Turn to melody
Find the key to sing the glory song
Sing-along
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
What need you, being come to sense
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, "til
You've dried the marrow from the bone
For men were born to pray and save
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
With O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on silver strand
When you're looking for an answer
Turn to melody,
Find the key to sing the glory song
Sing-along, Come on
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
Yet they were of a different kind
Names that stilled your childish play
They've gone about the world like wind
Little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
What, God help us, could they save
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
With O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on silver strand
When you're looking for an answer
Turn to melody
Find the key to sing the glory song
Sing-along
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide?
this that all that blood was shed
For this Ed Fitzgerald died
Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone
All the delirium of the brave
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
With O'Leary in the grave
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
I'm on my way, from afar
I feel a breeze on Silver Strand
When you're looking for an answer
Turn to melody
Find the key to sing the glory song
Sing-along
Rolling down the hills of Donegal
You've dried the marrow from the bone
For men were born to pray and save
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
with O'Leary in the grave
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Liffey
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