The Boys Of Killybegs

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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]
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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.

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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 to-day you'll may-be take a bumper haul.

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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.

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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.