The Boys Of Killibegs
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There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal,
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And the fishermen are hardy, brave and free,
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And the big Atlantic swell is a thing they know quite well,
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As they fight to take their livin' from the sea.
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With the pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free,
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And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
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When the boats are loaded down, they'll be singing in the town,
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When the boys from Killibegs come rollig home.
Well, you've donned your rubber boots, you've got your oilskins on,
You check your gear to see that it's okay
And your jumper'll keep you warm, for it's cold before the dawn,
And you're ready to begin another day.
When you've headed out to sea and the wind is blowin' free,
You cast your nets as rain begins to fall.
And the sun comes ridin' high, and the clouds will soon roll by
And today you'll maybe take a bumper haul.
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When the weather's blowin' rough, and the world gets very tough,
And the rope will the welts upon your hand,
But you'll never leave the sea, where forever you may be,
When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land.
When there's purple on the hill, and the blue down by the shore,
And the sun has spilled it's gold upon the sea,
And the silver down below where those herring fishes go,
When we catch them they'll be gold for you and me.
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