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Boys of Killibegs
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There are high and rugged hills on the coast of Donegal,
And the Fishermen are hardy brave and free,
And the big Atlantic swell is a thing they know right well
as they try to take a living from the sea.
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With the Pleasant rolling sea and the Herring runnin` free,
And they fleet all riding gently on the foam,
When the boats are loaded down they`ll be singing in the town
When the Boys of Killibegs come rollin` Home
Well your heading out to sea,and the weather`s blowin free,
And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall,
But the sun will rise up high and the clouds will soon go by,
And matbe today you`ll take a bumper haul.
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Now the weather`s blowin` rough and the work gets very tough,
And those ropes are raising whelts upon your hands,
But you`ll never leave the for whoever you may be,
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,
And the sun has cast her gold upon the sea,
And there`s silver down below where those Herring fishes go,
And if we catch them there`ll be gold for you and me.