As I stand beside the starboard bow and watch the ocean foam.
As I view each new horizon, I grow further than my home.
I'm sailing on a foreign ship that's bound for Montreal.
I'll view the world and make my destination Donegal.
I would make my way from Mailn, from Bundoran, to Raphoe.
Or Portsalon down to Killybegs to Creslough or Dungloe.
I'd wander on by Barnesmore Gap on everyone I'd call.
Then beyond the Bluestack Mountains, in the town of Donegal.
Oh, Donegal, I'll miss you and I'll never understand.
Why I left you for your foreign lands against my heart's command.
Whatever fortune comes my way, whatever may befall.
I know I'll make my final destination Donegal.
I would make my way from Mailn, from Bundoran, to Raphoe.
Or Portsalon down to Killybegs to Creslough or Dungloe.
I'd wander on by Barnesmore Gap on everyone I'd call.
Then beyond the Bluestack Mountains, in the town of Donegal.
END WITH: I know I'll make my final destination Donegal.
