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Thread #3022   Message #1284521
Posted By: Reiver 2
29-Sep-04 - 09:05 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Mary from Dungloe
Subject: Lyr Add: MARY FROM DUNGLOE
I know the Irish Rovers, a B.C. Canada group, sang it on at least two of their early recordings. One was an album called, "Emigrate! Emigrate." I think I may have it somewhere by someone else, but can't put my hand on it just now.

Reiver 1 and I used to sing it and I'm sure we learned it from the Irish Rovers. Our lyrics were very close to what Mary Garvey posted.

I have a set of books that I bought in Ireland a few years ago called "Folksongs & Ballads Popular in Ireland" and the song is in Vol I. The only note with the song says "Already several generations old when it was noted down in 1913. A very tuneful Co. Donegal song." No author is given. The lyrics in the book are as we (Reivers) and the Irish Rovers sang them except there are a couple extra verses which we didn't sing (verses 2 & 3);

MARY FROM DUNGLOE

Oh, then fare ye well sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore.
I'm crossing o'er the 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 to Amerikay.

Oh, my love is tall and handsome and her age is scarce eighteen.
She far exceeds all other fair maids when she trips over 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 thought 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 heart's 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 am over the main,
May the Lord protect my darlin' 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 my lass.
I'd call for liquor of the best and I'd pay before I would go,
And I'd roll my Mary in my arms in the town of sweet Dungloe.

It's a lovely song, for sure!

Reiver 2