The Boys of Killybegs

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 I know right well

As the plate you take a-lifting from the sea

With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free

And the fleet all gliding gently through the foam

When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town

When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home

Now you're heading out to sea and the wind is blowing free

And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall

But the sun comes riding high and the clouds will soon go by

And maybe today you'll take a bumper haul

With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free

And the fleet all gliding gently through the foam

When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town

When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home

Now the weather's blowing rough and the work is very tough

And the ropes and razor welts upon your hands

But you'll never leave the sea for whoever you may be

When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land

With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free

And the fleet all gliding gently through the foam

When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town

When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home

Now there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore

And the sun has spread its gold upon the sea

And there's silver down below where the herring beaches go

And me kets then there'll be gold for you and me

With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free

And the fleet all gliding gently through the foam

When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town

When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home

When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home