Another variation, Michael McGinley's daughter Nora [Harkin]'s
GLEN SWILLY
[1]
Attention pay, my countrymen, and hear my native muse,
Although my song is sorrowful, I hope you'll me excuse;
I left my native country, a foreign land to see
I've bid farewell to Donegal, likewise to Glen Swilly
[2]
Twas on a summer's morning, by the dawning of the day,
I left my peaceful happy home, to wander far away;
And as I viewed the grand old glen, perhaps no more to see,
I thought my heart would surely break, in leaving Glen Swilly.
[3]
Brave stalwart men around me stood, each comrade kind and true
And as I grasped each well-known hand to bid a last adieu
I said, "My fellow countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free
To see the "Sunburst" proudly wave, oer the hills of Glenswilly
[4]
No more at ball or harvest home my fiddle I will play,
No more I'll dance the Irish Reel among the girls so gay;
I've left my violin behind, that was so dear to me,
'Twill keep my place when I am gone, far from Glen Swilly.
[5]
No more beside the sycamore I'll hear the blackbirds sing
No more to me the blithe cuckoo, will welcome back the spring
No more I'll plough your fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroidhe
On foreign soil I'm doomed to toil far, far from Glen Swilly
[6]
God bless you, dark old Donegal, my own, my native land
In dreams I'll see your heather glens and towering mountains grand;
God bless the day, 'twill yet come round, when I'll return to thee,
And live as my forefathers lived, and died in Glen Swilly.