The Boys Of Killeybegs

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

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With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
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And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
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When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
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When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 2]

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Well you've donned your rubber boots and you've got your oil-skins on,
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And you check your gear to see that it's okay,
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And your jumper keeps you warm for it's cold before the dawn,
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And you're ready to begin another day.

[Chorus]

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With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
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And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
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When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
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When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 3]

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Now you're headed out to sea and the wind is running free,
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And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall,
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But the sun comes riding high and the clouds will soon go by,
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And today you'll maybe take a bumper haul.


[Chorus]

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With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
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And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
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When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
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When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 4]

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When the weather's blowing rough and the work gets very tough,
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And the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands,
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But you'll never leave the sea for whoever you may be,
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When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land.

[Chorus]

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With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
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And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
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When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
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When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 5]

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Well there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore,
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And the sun has spilled his gold upon the sea,
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And there's silver down below where the herring fishes go,
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When we catch them there'll be gold for you and me.

[Chorus]

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With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
                         Em                   A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
         G           C      G                C            G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
                    D                    G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.