School: Leatbeg (roll number 16146)

Location:
Leat Beg, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Mrs Peoples
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  1. The Hills of Donegal
    I
    Oh, Donegal the pride of all my heart still turns to thee.
    My cottage home where oft I've roamed when I was young and free.
    Big houses grand in a foreign land cannot compare atall
    To my cottage bright on a Winter's night on the hills of Donegal.
    II
    Right well, I mind the harvest time that doleful dreary day
    When I was leaving all in Donegal to wander far away
    Near Creeslough town my friends stood round I bade farewell to all
    And from the van I waved my hand to the hills of Donegal.
    III
    Gazing back through Barns' gap on my own native hill
    I thought no shame, (oh, who could blame) 'twas there I cried my fill
    My parents kind ran in my mind my friends and comrades all
    My heart did ache I thought 'twound
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Maggie Carr
    Gender
    Female
    Address
    Glinsk, Co. Donegal