Scoil: Drumaweir (uimhir rolla 5228)

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1. Local Ballad

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   There's a pretty spot wherein I strayed
   When I was quite a boy,
   To watch the big ships sailing
   Sure it filled my heart with joy
   I have been in many places,
   in towns both great and small,
   But there are none can equal that dear spot,
   Moville along the Foyle.

   Chorus
   Oh, Moville, along the Foyle,
   Sweet Moville along the Foyle.
   And where on earth could equal it
   Moville along the Foyle.

   To watch the big ships sailing,
   As they sail out each day,
   With hundreds of fine Irishmen
   Bound for America.
   God knows when it will fall our lot
   To part our native soil,
   And leave behind the friends we loved
   In Moville along the Foyle.

   Chorus

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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