Well, maybe it's time to submit a corrected transcription to the Digital Tradition and include attribution for the song. I have the Dubliners recording of the song, and I've added the corrections I hear in italics. Any other corrections?
-Joe-

DONEGAL DANNY
(Phil Coulter and Bill Martin)

I remember the night that he came in
From the wintery cold and damp,
A giant of a man in an oilskin coat
And a bundle that told he was a tramp.
He stood at the bar and he called a pint,
Then turned and gazed at the fire.
On a night like this, to be safe and dry
Is my one and only desire.


CHORUS
So here's to those that are dead and gone,
The friends that I loved dear;
And here's to you, then I'll bid you adieu
Sayin' "Donegal Danny's been here, me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here."

Then in a voice that was hushed and low
He said "Listen, I'll tell you a tale
How a man of the sea became a man of the road
And never more will set sail;
I fished out of Howth and Killybegs,
Ardglass and Baltimore;
But the cruel sea has beaten me
And I'll end my days on the shore."

One fateful night in the wind and the rain,
We set sail from Killybegs town;
There were five of us from sweet Donegal,
And one from County Down.
We were fishermen who worked the sea,
And never counted the cost;
But I never thought 'ere that night was gone
That my fine friends would all be lost.

Then the storm it broke and drove the boat
To the rocks about ten miles from shore;
As we fought the tide, we hoped inside
To see our homes once more.
Then we struck a rock and holed the bow,
And all of us knew that she'd go down.
So we jumped right into the icy sea,
And prayed to God we wouldn't drown.
- - -
But the ragin' sea was risin' still
As we struck out for the land;
And she fought with all her cruelty
To claim that gallant band.
By Saint John's point in the early dawn,
I dragged myself on the shore;
And I cursed the sea for what she'd done
And vowed to sail her never more.

Ever since that night, I've been on the road,
Travelin' and trying to forget
That awful night I lost all my friends,
I see their faces yet;
And often at night, when the sea is high,
And the rain is tearing at my skin,
I hear the cries of drowning men,
Floating over on the wind.


@Irish @sailor @wreck @death
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TK
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Any disagreements or other corrections?
-Joe-