DUNGANNON

HERE'S TO THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
THEY'RE WEARING THE GREEN WITH GREAT PRIDE
OH HERE'S TO THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
AT LEAST FOR THE ONES THAT SURVIVED

WELL WE ALL LEFT WITH MY SISTER MARIE
ON THE WHITE SHIP SHE DID CATCH DYSENTERY
DUMPED OVERBOARD WITH HER OLD ROSARY
SHE NEVER CAME TO DUNGANNON

AND THE BAND PLAYED GOD SAVE THE QUEEN
THEN WE WERE LOCKED UP INSIDE QUARANTINE
BUT ONLY THE FEW THAT WERE DEEMED TO BE CLEAN
SAW THE GREEN HILLS OF DUNGANNON

AND WE ALL PRAYED FOR FATHER MCGUIRE
HE PLAYED WITH US AND WE SANG IN HIS CHOIR
HE MADE THE ROUNDS 'TILL HE FINALLY RETIRED
TO FISH IN THE STREAMS OF DUNGANNON

AND WE ALL WORKED IN OUR NEW PROMISED LAND
FELLING THE FOREST AND TILLING BY HAND
WE RAISED SOME CROPS BUT MOST WENT WEST TO PAN
THERE'S NOBODY LEFT IN DUNGANNON


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