Letra de Old Erin's Daughter

Old Erin's daughter, Miss you and all From St John's waters, it's a long, long haul The grass grows greener when we are small But it still greener in Donegal And it's tooraly, tooraly, tooraly ay I'm bound on ship for America I'm never coming back till I don't know when And if I do I'll be back again And I will wander fields I recall From the paths at Ballantrae to Iregal I'll drink to memory she'll buy then all And then she'll leave me in Donegal And in the morning from bed I'll crawl My dreams are running to their golden halls A lark is singing, it's a mournfall call She's singing sweeter in Donegal