Mary from Dungloe (song)

This article is about the song. For the music festival, see Mary from Dungloe (festival).

"Mary from Dungloe" was a song originally penned by a Donegal stonemason Pádraig Mac Cumhaill in 1936, telling a tragic story of love and heartbreak. A modified version of the song was re-released by The Emmet Spiceland Ballad Group and reached number 1 in the Irish singles music chart on the 24th of February 1968. This success prompted the creation of the Mary From Dungloe International Festival, an Irish music festival held in Dungloe, in northwest Ireland.

Song Lyrics

There exists two versions of the song, the original long version by Padraig MacCumhaill and a shorter version by Colm O'Laughlainn as sung by the Emmet Spiceland Ballad Group.

Original Pádraig MacCumhaill Lyrics

Oh, then fare ye well, sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore. I'm crossing the main ocean, where the foaming billows roar, it breaks my heart from you to part, where I spent many happy days. Farewell to kind relations for I'm bound for Amerikay.

Oh my love is tall and handsome and her age is scarce eighteen, she far exceeds all other fair maids when she trips o'er the green, her lovely neck and shoulders are fairer than the snow, till the day I die I'll ne'er deny my Mary from Dungloe.

If I was at home in sweet Dungloe a letter I would write, kind thoughts would fill my bosom for Mary, my delight. 'Tis in her father's garden the fairest violets grow, and 'twas there I came to court the maid, my Mary from Dungloe

Ah, then Mary, you're my hearts delight, my pride and only care, it was your cruel father would not let me stay there. But absence makes the heart grow fond and when I'm o'er the main, may the Lord protect my darling girl till I return again.

And I wished I was in sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass. And by my side a bottle of wine and on my knee a lass. I'd call for liquor of the best and I'd pay before I go and I'd roll my Mary in my arms in the town of sweet Dungloe.

Colm Ó Lochlainn Lyrics

Oh then fare thee well sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore, I'm crossing the main ocean where the foaming billows roar, It breaks my heart from you to part where I spent many happy days. Farewell to kind relations, I am bound for Amerikay.

Oh then Mary you're my heart's delight, my pride and only care, It was your cruel father would not let me to stay here, But absence makes the heart grow fond, and when I am over the main, May the Lord protect my darling girl, 'till I return again.

And I wish I was in sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass, And by my side a bottle of wine, and on my knee a lass, I'd call for liquour of the best, and I'd pay before I'd go, And I'd roll my Mary in my arms, in the town of sweet Dungloe.

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