Boys of Killybegs


There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal
And the fishermen are hardy, brave and free
And the big Atlantic swell is a thing they know quite well
As they fight to take their living from the sea

With the pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam
When the boats are loaded down, they’ll be singing in the town
When the boys from Killybegs come rolling home

Well, you’ve donned your rubber boots, you’ve got your oilskins on
You check your gear to see that it’s okay
And your jumper’ll keep you warm, for it’s cold before the dawn
And you’re ready to begin another day

When you’ve headed out to sea and the wind is blowing free
You cast your nets as rain begins to fall
And the sun comes riding high, and the clouds will soon roll by
And today you’ll maybe take a bumper haul

When the weather’s blowing rough, and the world gets very tough
And the rope will raise the welts upon your hand
But you’ll never leave the sea, where forever you may be
When it’s in your blood, it’s hard to live on land

When there’s purple on the hill, and the blue down by the shore
And the sun has spilled it’s gold upon the sea
And the silver down below where those herring fishes go
When we catch them, they’ll be gold for you and me

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Songs of Donegal


Clip – Brendan Moriarity



Song Themes

Songs of the sea